Buffalo Thunder No More

(Chief White Buffalo speaks) Long knives turn dark the west sky, Bring big iron horse on rails that roar— My people now starve and die, Where buffalo thunder no more. Their bones turn red, then pure white As pale hunters stack them in piles— Their praise we chant in the night, Our stories like smoke travel miles. They give us cattle for meat And tell us now to end our hunt— But no red man is complete As we just nod and meekly grunt. They take sacred land for gold And give us less food and more lies— Our Great Father has grown old And will not gaze upon sunrise. The long knives bring many things: Baubles, sickness, wonder and war— But he takes more than he brings— And buffalo thunder no more.