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The Legacy of Their Names

The soil of Turtle Island
is forever drenched
with the innocent blood 
of its first inhabitants -
men, women and children 
who had their humanity denied.

In right relationship 
with the Creator
and creation,
the First Nations
were considered obstacles 
to your insatiable greed.

The God you trusted
to bring you safely
across the Atlantic
was too small
for this new life.

Putting aside 
loving your neighbor
as yourself,
you chose to worship
at the tarnished altar
of the golden calf.

A bounty of unfamiliar 
natural resources 
were no more than tools 
for personal wealth
as you coveted ownership
instead of stewardship.

Walking this land 
from time immemorial,
you found their presence
to warrant a litany
of broken promises,
infected blankets,
and genocide.

In spite of you,
some survived only 
to be denied access 
to their ancestral lands
before being forced
to walk the Trail of Tears -
their own via dolorosa.

We hear echoes
of their presence here
in their descendants
and in the legacy
of their names.

Alabama, Algonquin, Apache,
Apalachee, Apalachicola, Arapaho,
Autauga, Aztec, Chattahoochee, 
Cherokee, Cheyenne, Chickasaw, 
Choctaw, Choctawhatchee, Clayhatchee,
Conecuh, Creek, Cuyahoga, Dakota, 
Etowah, Eufaula, Hatchechubbee, 
Hiawasee, Illinois, Inuit,
Kolomoki, Loachapoka, Massachusetts,
Maya, Michigan, Milwaukee, Minnesota,
Mississippi, Mohawk, Natchez, Navajo, 
Notasulga, Okaloosa, Oneida,
Opelika, Opelousas, Osage,
Osceola, Pensacola, Piute, 
Seminole, Shoshone, Sioux,
Sylacauga, Talladega, Tallahassee, 
Tallapoosa, Tallassee, Topeka, 
Tuscaloosa, Tuskegee, Wedowee, 
Wetumpka, Wewahitchka,
Wichita, Zuni.


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