Most Indians or even all
originally spoke American
but we still cannot understand their goal
in refusing to let us in on it
So here we sit or often kneel
on tender knees
and much along on sandwiches of tongue
between slices of white
And try to speak their languages
but (HA HA) we can't
except for a few missionaries
who speak them (HEHEH) in the night
The poem made little sense to me then and it makes little sense to me now. I never understood why the "laughing" parts were in there, and it seems as though parts of the poem itself were missing. I have yet to verify this poem because I don't remember what book it was in and have been unable to find traces of it online.
