From the Outer Banks to Roanoke, before the train ran through
Before the White Man came then disappeared without a clue
Manitou caressed the land where the sage and sweetgrass grew
Shaman listened to manitok on the wind under the moon
Chiefs of men to lead us in a hunt or into war
Mothers caring for the Earth and children was the core
Do what’s right, respect for all, give kindness and for sure
It takes fire, but also love to keep the wigwam warm
Where there is love and also gold envy is on its way
To plunder deep under our home they stumbled on one day
You see, nature takes up the fight to balance man’s mistakes
The only trace left to find, one word on the palisades
No treasure map or travel guide will find the lost ones now
For years to come, they’ll talk about the colonist ghost town
They’ll study this and posit that but one thing still rings true
White Man still doesn’t understand our spirit Manitou
📸 Photo by Diego Marín on Unsplash
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