Broken Lance
We traveled like the winds before the storm
And rode horses bareback on opened ground
The campfires kept were always bright and warm
Before the Iron Horse came with its strange sound
It brought the Whites who killed the buffalo
Then left their flesh rotting upon the land
Where the bones lay parched and begin to grow
Their ugly heart we'll never understand
We welcomed Mother Nature's many suns
And used our Medicine Wheels to always guide
We're now left to starve and die from their guns
In our spirit these wounds we'll never hide
We sing our death songs in a ghostly dance
Remember Wounded Knee its broken lance
2/10/17
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