Broken Rainbow

The old people of the earth
 Tell stories
 An old woman
 Of the old ways
 She said -
 "I recall my joy
 In better days"
 The young warriors
 Of the open rainbow
 Said "Tell me is it true?
 Tell me, do some live
 out of bags and rags
 In the cities too?
 Is it true?"
 At the edge where I live
 Home sweet home
 America
 Native American Nation
 Caught in the devastation
 An endless situation
 What can I do?
 The ghost of prejudice
 Cuts thru the moonglow
 Poet on a crying page -
 Broken Rainbow
 Broken Rainbow
 Home sweet home
 America