Broken Rainbow Paroles

of the old ways

she said—

“I recall my joy

in better days”



the young warriors

of the open rainbow

said, “tell me, is it true?

tell me—do some live

out of bags and rags
at the edge where I live

home sweet home

America



the earth ones

they said, “our religion

is in these lands and skies

sweet Mother

our land's gone

to modern worlds

modern lies”



“the earthways

and the new ecology

you know, we were the first

believe me

we will be the last

to keep the light

for the earth”

at the edge where I live

home sweet home

America



Native American Nation

caught in the devastation

an endless situation

what can I do?

the ghost of prejudice

cuts through the moonglow

poet on a crying page—

Broken Rainbow



Broken Rainbow

home sweet home

America