Geronimo & one question

Arturo Acosta

Reconstructor de sueños rotos
I was warmed
by the sun,
rocked by the winds and
sheltered by the
trees as other
Indian babes.

I was living peaceably
when people began to
speak bad of me.

Now I can eat well, sleep
well and be glad. I can go
everywhere with a good
feeling.

The soldiers
never explained
to the government
when an Indian
was wronged,
but reported
the misdeeds of
the Indians.

We took an oath not to
do any wrong to each
other or to scheme against
each other.

A cannot think that
we are useless or
God would not have
created us.

There is one God
looking down on us
all. We are all the
children of one God.
The sun, the darkness,
the winds are all
listening to what we have
to say.

When a child, my mother
taught me to kneel and
pray to Usen for strength,
health, wisdom and
protection.

Sometimes we
prayed in
silence,
sometimes
each one
prayed aloud;
sometimes an
aged person
prayed for all of
us… And to
Usen.

I was horn on the praires
where the wind blew free
and there was nothing to
break the light of the sun.

I was born where there
were there
were no
enclosures.

Geronimo –Goyathlay, “One who yawns”-,


1829-1909.



That´s the Question:

“The Far West Conquest”


Or

“USA Robbe Of Mexicans Territories”
 
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