nativeproud

A long, dry, windy place;
Years gone by without a trace.
The grass is tall, the wind is strong;
The winter months are very long.
The buffalo were so thick and dark;
Till whites put bullets in theire hearts.
Left them there without skin or tongue;
So the natives could not feed their young.
When the natives saw this gruesom sight;
Their very hearts filled up with fright;
For soon, they knew the whites would come;
And in theire task they would succeed;
To drive the natives from their land;
So they could plow, and plant their seed
Bleeding Kansas has seen it all;
The long, thin, the short and tall.
She cried when her people died;
Only for the paleface pride.

GvhnageWohali