The Soldiers

by Ann S.

Those soldiers are camped on my land

The Navajo land, their sacred grounds

Why do they have to come

come take them away

They are my friends

They used to laugh and play

Why are you taking them?

The Navajo deserve my lands

These are their rightful lands

Without my family and friends

What will I do?

Without my land tended what will I do?

My land will go cracked and hard

My land unused will be a waste

The Navajo are on the march

All are on the march

Kicked out of their lands and homes for no reason

Those soldiers hurt my friends

They hurt them inside out