I Gave Them Fruits

[grimrose_eilwynn]

"My children, when at first I liked the whites,

My children, when at first I liked the whites,

I gave them fruits,

I gave them fruits.


Father, have pity on me,

Father, have pity on me;

I am crying for thirst,

I am crying for thirst;

All is gone - I have nothing to eat,

All is gone - I have nothing to eat."

- Arapaho Native American poem