His heart near burst with sorrow
As he witnessed what had come
Soldiers and their strong houses
Spread across their native lands
They were stealing all the buffalo
Cutting down trees ‘til none stood tall
Like a plight upon the mother earth
They take what is not theirs to take
The need for more and more unending

Those lands below the Arkansas river
Belong to the Comanche and the Kiowa
These lands full of Buffalo and wide space
Have nurtured their peoples for many moons
Many seasons have passed with happiness
Years of gathering and hunting and living
A man cannot live in a box never to walk free
It is better to jump into the sky without wings
embracing death than turn pale and die slowly

10/04/2018

Posted on 10/04/2018
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