Ancient American Law

By Peter.F.Campiou

In the ancient day, freedom and truth was
The law of the land for the American Indian man.
My brother would be genuinely kind
And want me to shine in the ancient time.
Even though, I maybe foe
His pure heart was always to help one flow, like the waters of life.
One could believe in his word
For truth was his way in the ancient day.
Truth was his very being, possessing, and swaying one to feel the same.
The ancients made one feel whole,
And let the wholeness enter their heart, mind, and soul.
Without hesitation one was made a part of their nation
Well fed, well kept and cured of ancients’ death.
In the ancient day, my brother helped one find his way through the darkness and the cold
He never left one alone.
In the ancient day, there was peace of mind
When I had my brother by my side.
In the ancient day, the words of truth, respect, and honor
Had strong roots that grew throughout the land,
For it was instilled in the ancient American Indian man.

In the modern day, freedom and truth is the
Law of the land for every American man.
My brother would be kind
But not want me to shine in this modern time.
Even though, I am not a foe
His tainted heart was to help ones blood flow,
Draining the waters of life.
One could believe in his word,
But lies are his way in this modern day.
One could miss the truth in his very-being
For lies have been in his eyes far too long,
Possessing, and swaying one to lie just the same.
The modern day American Indian man makes one feel cold
And lets few enter their heart, mind, and soul.
An’ without hesitation, one could be outcast from their nation,
Well hated, well shaded, and cursed of death.
In the modern day, my brother helped lead me astray
Through the darkness and the cold
Another lost soul.
In the modern day, there is brief peace of mind
With my brother by my side.
In these modern days the words of
Truth, respect, and honor have strong roots,
But only in the jail houses throughout the land.

Freedom and truth came into existence
Intertwined and connected to the American lands
And its creation of the Indian man.
Through the days of changes,
Hating, destruction, and corruption
The land and its Indian man has been changed, and rearranged.
Now hate, greed, and evil’s seed
Continuously breeds sin
Within the American Indian man’s kin, land and all that it has.
The modern world has seemingly manifested the homegrown Americans’ true an’ great
Into gangs that hate,
Into gangs that rape,
Into gangs that discriminate,
Into gangs that eliminate.
Through the darkened ways,
I hope an’ pray my brother revives his natural ways.
Finds his way in this modern American day.

Peace out…