#equity
#humanrights
#respect

In America, there grows the sun,
Very luminous and bright.
But when the clock strikes at noon,
He emitted a prevalent pride;
Then the Indians became his bride.

His rays are rangy at noon.
Then out from that wrathful sun,
Came out the ember in between --
Noon and dusk. Then out from that ember --
A charcoal are born and then --
There lives are considered not a matter, starting that day

They were thrown away with dust --
Or wiped out by a delicate, yet deceptive --
Feather duster to clean the edges of America.
As if smoke, they are puffed from the chimney.
Their lives doesn't matter, during that day.

But some...