Flying Arrow - Mason Proffit

My name is Flying Arrow

And I live in Arizona

Part of what was once a mighty nation

My tribe is called the Cucupa

And we build our homes of cardboard

A desert floor

Nine by Twelve of sorrow

I’m eighteen years old now

And my wife, three years younger

Took her life as do so many others.

And sometimes it feels like we’re already dead.

You say you want to help us

And that you just found us

But for many years we’ve served your fighting armies.

So you send us bits of clothing

And you send us tons of starches

But when we ask for work you can not hire us

So thank you for the welfare

And thank you for the desert

And thank you for the common cold we can not cure

And sometimes it feels like we’re already dead.

My name is Flying Arrow

And I live in Arizona

Part of what is now a dying nation

And sometimes we feel like you’re already dead.