Author William Wilberforce Lord White Man, Greeting! We near whose bones you stand were Iroquois. The wide land which now is yours was ours. Friendly hands have given back to us enough for a tomb. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments