Cure

The white man is loud, 
he is also blind. 
His dreams are bad 
and teach him nothing. 
It would be good for us all 
if someone returned him to 
our mother. 
The silence would soothe him. 
Wind and sky clear his eyes. 
Water and earth tend his sleep. 
He would settle down. 
Plainly, some enemy has 
snatched him from the breast.