Bury My Heart
There is a book on the bedside table
Waiting for an apology
It tells the story of how the white man lied and duped
Native Americans at every turn of the trail
A people that are here and know the soul of the earth
They trusted men’s words as oaths of truth and loyalty
And what did we the white man do
We did what we always do
We took and took and took
Until there was no more to take
And then like the nomads we moved on to fertile grounds
Leaving behind disease and white ruin
With no chance of living the dead danced at night
Beside the fires we lit to warm ourselves and ward off the night
You could see the shadow of the dancers in the bourbon that was poured
And the celebration continued through the night until the shadows
Could no longer stand and fell to the ground defeated by the spirits of white men
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