Shawnee Vets

(for America’s original true Veterans) Government of Kings where shall you bide? Now that the Great Horned Serpent has appeared while Thunderbirds screech and lament in desolate skies? Oh great people of Our Grandmother! Amass your island conjure the Turtle retreat upon the seas of your origination. Oh Yakwawi! Hairless Bear Monster safeguard them as they retreat from their once inviolable ground! Shield and embrace them prevent their ruination. The pelts of the Exalted Buffalo could never thwart the wicked deeds Execution Destruction Subjugation of your great peoples. Vomit the rancid taste of Poisoned Treaties onto alien mud! Rise and follow Great Tecumesh: Chief Shooting Star Warrior as he defends your Tribe. Oh the earthquake that ravages you! Disease and War vanquishing you. Kokumthena grieves weeps over the loss and dread… the Wolf ever undoing Her Eternal Task. Fear not, for you will be swaddled in Her Skeemotah She will smite down evil and wicked ones you will come home to her embrace. Algonquin cries of the razed and the raped deafening carried on the winds of Sawage falling dead as your bones disintegrate and scatter over once Holy Refuges. Mishe Moneto saw Cyclone Person cowered Misignwa hid in her forest of hope. Dress and paint your rotting decaying putrid Warriors whose eyes vacant stare coldly to the West with longing. Bodies opulent in dress painted poignant hues. Prepared tenderly so to pass the glorious Thunderbirds whose lightning eyes illuminate hallowed lands of Elders. Oh testify with reverence and adulation and devotion of the Turkey and Turtle Rounded-Feet and Horse the Raccoon and Rabbit Oh such imperial clans. Oh Great Nomads! Stomp your Great Dance around Wikkums erected from tree barks and sap and brush and cattails strive to seek to protect to preserve what Mishaami are left. (click on the pic to preview my poetry book!)