Such a historical poem by an anonymous writer is that of “We the First People”: a poem that illustrates the sad reality the Native Americans have faced. This Native American poem displays their dwindling culture, for the author states on line 7 and 8, “Stories of how life used to be, bring a rueful smile. Drums and flutes will find me dreaming all the while”. The Indian culture used to be spread immensely across America until the foreigners ravaged their home, as well as their way of life. In an effort to “civilize” the natives, they were torn apart from their families and forced to journey the death march that was the “Trail of Tears”. A bitter tone emphasizes the difference between the two cultures,
for the author affirms accusingly, “ Call us lazy indeed-were not driven by their greed to gather ‘materials’ about them” (13-14). The Native American population has a much different, personal philosophy; in order to be in tune with the peaceful nature that Earth is, one must left go of their greed for worldly possessions and desires. The author defends the Indian culture wholeheartedly and cites the “wandering seamen” of greed and other undesirable attributes. “We the First People” portrays the hostile nature that has trialed and uprooted turmoil of the Native American civilization.