PURE EMOTIONS #20

This week, I read a collection of American Poetry. There's this one poem that really hit me. It's this poem called "Indian Names" by, Lydia Huntley Sigourney.  The poem talked about how the European settlers killed and displaced the Native Americans. America was the Native American's home. They were the first people here. They own this place, but they got kicked out of their own place. Nowadays they're often neglected. The suicide rate of Native Americans is higher than any race (ages 24 and lower). One quarter of Indian kids live in poverty. I am very disappointed and sad with this. I strongly believe that they should have more privilege. The European settlers ruined their lives and thus to repay them they should more privilege and help from the government. Every time I think of this it makes me mentally tear up a bit. It's time for us to help them and repay them. We're basically trespassing this country. We need to help them find jobs. We need to help them with their schools. Imagine if it was you that got kicked out of their own home. Wouldn't you be sad? When you see your family and loved ones die from invaders. Wouldn't you be weary? Just imagine if that happened to you...