Red Paint

Red Paint Long before my time, a group painted in red lived on the land. They lived with the buffalo and made weapons by hand. They used arrowheads at the end of their spears. Their homes were in tea peas planted beside the river. They danced at night around the fire. They were com and collected as their hearts desire. In a no man's land, they fought with bravery and hatchets. In red paint on horses, they had their revenge while it lasted. It is sad that the white man had to take it all away. Only skin deep, our blood is all the same. Through revenant they stood their ground. In the dark sky they survived when no one was around. Just reach down and touch the dirt. They washed off the blood in the river. The land is for all mankind. Through principles they were well defined. Just like a wolf, they stand alert. As warriors they just wanted to be free like a bird. They are all connected in red paint. Across the water shows reflections of their pain. No manor tribe should ever be oppressed. Standing towards the sun, they all came back from the dead. Wewere wrong to take away their lives. In the shadows they stood tall in the moonlight