A little poet: who care?

WHO CARES?
                     --Diane Collett
As the clouds move in the skies,
I listen to the Indians' cries.

It hurts my heart and tears my soul,
How can the whites be so cold?

Do they not care what they have done?
Can't they hear the cries of the little ones?

One by one they're fading away,
Their land was taken in a passing day.

But I want you to know someone does care.
I wish I could have only been there.

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I found this poem in a book with the name "savage honor", which I'm reading for English learning.