A Cowboy Is
The movements of others to far away lands
Drifted into American folklore, within histories hands
Fur trappers they started many centuries ago
In a country to become as the years truly flowed
Centennial by centennial, amidst wars between they
Slowly they emerged into cattle driven play
The vast expanses of prairies so green
Lured Barons of the beast to their riches they always dreamed
Herds in vast amounts recreating the Bison's exist
Where they eventually replaced in numbers, in numerous consist
The eventuality of the Iron Horse, opened these lands up even more
Sheridan, White Oaks even Tombstone, led to street filled open sores
The James Gang and William Bonney, are two that history has shown
No care for what they declared that the Wild West was their throne
The sad thing about the cowboy era, is in the scenery that was left behind
On many a prairie from their past, where greed has left them so blind
We have the opportunity to look back and rewind, for hindsight allows us to do
So many were never ever heroes, just what do we find in them so true
Just for a moment to the future, whilst countries in our time have been invaded
They are the modern Indigenous, like the past, the cowboys left degraded
The above are written from my heart, if you know me you will know me to be true
For if I was born to the Indigenous, to your ancestors, I'd stand in front of you
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