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