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