Paul G

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cougartracks


I am a Dog Soldier-Cheyenne,
A ghost rider of the past,
I look down upon my village, as it smolders in thicken smoke,
Where fog drifts across this scene of no mercy,
A place of no hope,
In my memory for ever it will last,
Our future drifts away with the smoke and fog,
The mould has been cast,
The blood of my people has turned the snow crimson red,
The pattern of struggle-desperation fed,
My wife and my children lay amongst the dead,
My heart is so heavy it feels like the weight of lead,
My trembling lip i cannot control,
An act carried out by men with no soul,
Riders from hell these blue coats,
Cowards of the night-deliverers of death leave the wounded,
To die in agony where they lie,
A sight of innocence on a bed of pure white,
Tears blur my sight,
The old lay frozen on a bed of death,
Tragically dispatched-yet completely at peace,
There now in a place where the buffalos no stranger,
And the eagle does not cry,
And the questions are not asked why,
We heard the sound of thunder,
Felt the earth tremble,
We heard the announcement of the charge,
As the bugle blower blew,
The sound echoed down through the valley and flowed,
Over fields of snow,
As the wolf howled in uniscience just to let us know,
That he bears witness to all that happened down below,
The full moon turns blackness into light,
A soldier lurks in the shadows- he appears and disappears,
A thief in the night a stealer of souls,
Driven by ambition-the cost of promotion,
Paid dearly by my people--paid in full,
White supremacy the rule,blind to all around them,
No distinction between men women and children,
All were driven into the ground,
Shoot their horses,
Shoot their dogs destroy their shelter,
Leave no food let any suvivers starve,was the comand,
And demanded,
Search the woods let none excape,
In their demise participate,
There was no mercy shown,
Just cruelty and hate,
Warriors were absent on a hunt unaware of their peoples fate,
We returned to this site of carnage way too late,
A pledge was made amongst bodies laid,
Custer's marked from this time on,justice will be done,
He will pay-the wind will blow and the flame will flicker,
And snuff is soul away.
My Vision my Dream Osceola Birdman Waters

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