Dakotas Defiance
Mankind, I fear is losing
Its leaders, know not shame
They cast aside the helpless
The hopeless and the maimed
Their lawyers speak to justify
Their evil, soulless deeds
The lowly, all but crucified
Unheard, their childrens needs
Beaten, bruised and broken
We’ve thread our Trail of Tears
There’s nothing stood before us now
No greater hidden fears
As history repeats itself
A thousand times again
Our souls will not fall captive
To the wills of Godless men
Sing sweetly of your secrets
I hear whispered on the wind
Talk of tales regaled in folklore
Oh! Let heroes rise again
Tell proudly of the deeds men do
Though their bodies fall to dust
To rise above the ashes
To punish the unjust
Did it ever really matter
A people they forsake
A den of thieves and liars
The choice is theirs to make
Good people truly saddened
Thought less of, than they’re worth
Dakota rivers blackened
For the monies in the dirt
Proud people of the land
Great wisdom they impart
A House of White it hides behind
The darkness in mens hearts
The mighty dollar screams aloud
Its servants royally gowned
Are worth more than a beaded corpse
In an Indian Burial Ground
Copyright © Peter Walsh | Year Posted 2016
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