Would anyone with a compassionate heart tell me what you think of this poem?

For many moons my people stayed We were hunting people, unafraid, No other tribe would dare to fight, Take arms against Arapaho might. ~ Many buffalo roamed the endless plain, Mighty herds, for few were slain, Our chieftans lived in awesome fame, Until the day the whiteman came ~ Howling wolf,... show more For many moons my people stayed
We were hunting people, unafraid,
No other tribe would dare to fight,
Take arms against Arapaho might.
~
Many buffalo roamed the endless plain,
Mighty herds, for few were slain,
Our chieftans lived in awesome fame,
Until the day the whiteman came
~
Howling wolf, our leader bold,
Heard of the tales that were being told
By other tribes from far away,
That whiteman only comes to slay.
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Once many tribes lived on this land,
From the cold dark north to the rio grande,
People living hand in hand...
Apache, pawnee and the sioux,
But soon their tribes became too few,
When the whiteman came
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And now the soldiers come with guns,
Rape our women, kill our sons,
Give us whisky, take our food,
Their minds are crazy for our blood.
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Now you ask me to lay down my bow,
And follow the great white chief,
What makes you think i'd stoop so low,
As to listen to the words of a thief.
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My people are strong, but their hearts are sore,
And into the flames they've stared,
The manitou says there must be war,
And no whiteman shall be spared.
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Now hear this, oh great white chief,
In years to come you will share our grief,
This land you stole and made your own,
Was not meant for you alone.
Update: All I know about the the poem, is it was written by a man whose grandparents were Scottish,
I thought it was beautiful, and I have a good friend who is Native American I will send it to her as well.
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