QP Last of the Comanches

QP was a star, that
roamed the plains from afar.
In a place called Oklahoma,
That was plagued with melanoma.

As cancerous as it seems,
I don't think he was that mean.
He left a legacy of terror, and
Don't forget the error.

Sometimes life is a joke, but
He refused to choke.
His desperation as a Chief,
Made him hang on to a belief.

When his White Momma would worry,
He could not be in a hurry.
Their bloodlines run deep, so
The Red Man can't sleep.

Half-breed notoriety is, the best
Way to remember my society.
They say we sold out to the man,
But we received nothing for our land.

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