The Soldiers (by Ann S.)

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