He sits cross-legged. His painted face
Is glowing from the fire,
His bow and arrows in their place.
To hunt is his desire.
A savage say some, yet, like me,
He's fully human too,
Descended from my ancestry.
Dear God! He never knew!
It was our task to spread the Word,
God's truth to all describe.
Our scholars made it all absurd
As they the tribes divide.