The Unfavourable Indian
Swallowed up on the soil of my ancestors There is a thirst For red land That no red man Can
Swallowed up on the soil of my ancestors There is a thirst For red land That no red man Can
Mama said he was born with a hard line for a mouth. He was curious as a child but laughter
If it had been beautiful outside then it would have only added to the confusion of the feelings that day.