Trade knows neither friends nor kindred. — Italian.

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Trinkets and Beads

a poem by Brenda Lord, USA

Trinkets and beads
Blankets and seeds
Pieces of glass
And derby hats
Parasols and lace
A total disgrace
Trinkets and beads
The white man’s greed
The fever of gold
And blankets unfold
Hearts of lust
For a little dust
Trinkets and beads
Where did it lead?

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