The End of An Era

Father Sky wept tears of sadness and despair Onto the vast wild plains Where buffalo lay slaughtered Cast about haphazardly Like pebbles on a beach Their blood mingling with his tears Forging ribbons of crimson rivers Gunshots rang out from the eyes of the iron horse As it snorted noisily along its cold hard track Europeans methodically killing the backbone of the Nations Smug, snickering, swaggering Confident in their genocidal plot To quash the Anishinabe