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He sits cross-legged. His painted face
Is glowing from the fire.
His bow and arrows in their place;
To hunt is his desire.
A savage say some, yet, like me,
A fully human soul,
Descended from my ancestry.
If he knew, he'd find his goal.
It was our task to spread the Word,
God's truth to all provide.
Our scholars made it all absurd
As they the tribes divide.
Maurice A. Williams
Copyright 2003
Is glowing from the fire.
His bow and arrows in their place;
To hunt is his desire.
A savage say some, yet, like me,
A fully human soul,
Descended from my ancestry.
If he knew, he'd find his goal.
It was our task to spread the Word,
God's truth to all provide.
Our scholars made it all absurd
As they the tribes divide.
Maurice A. Williams
Copyright 2003