Anura - Poetry of Marina Martin

ANURA
Stop the abuse, Start the healing

Poetry of Wm

I knew a woman....Anna Mae,
A Saint in mind and soul,
The rights of Natives where they stay,
Was her life works' sole goal.
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She stood firm and she stood tall,
A beacon for all that's right,
She stood up for all too small,
To beckon enough courage to fight.
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Paranoia brewed up a coward,
To smite this Saint away,
Her body was quickly overpowered,
But her soul lives through this day....
Thank goodness for Annie Mae.

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