War Cry
War Cries going up and down
through the valley of death
and the trail of tears all around
A golden eagle flies overhead
as each of his warriors return to
their bedsnn
He is a chief, a leader of man
and the future of a tribe that will one
day be Custer’s Last Stand
Copyright © Misty Thomason | Year Posted 2007
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