God blast this prairie dust.
Screw the regulations.
Another forty miles on beans and hay
And I ain’t seen no injuns.
Raw edged and saddle sore
From tracking that heathen, Lo.
Still trusting Custer's luck,
Hard-ass though he be.
I’m bent on venting spleen
With damn good reason
For my righteous indignation,
Assailed as I am on all sides
By factors that torment my spirit
And bastards who bugger my gut.
But sure as Gideon called on the trumpets
My Spencer will sing.
I mean to kick ass, regardless.
Hoka hey.
Your Day Has Arrived
With fire in my belly;
And ice in my veins.
I lift up my voice to say;
We Shall Remain!
Never to surrender;
To another's dismay.
Which is why my peoples shout;
We Live To Fight Another Day!
Rise up my peoples;
Set this world a blaze.
With the courage of your ancestors;
Reclaim your traditional ways!
Let nothing or no-one;
Silence your voice.
Live free or die a slave;
It is your choice!
Freedom be your's;
If you shed your fears.
The worst already happened;
On the Trail of Tears!
What more can they do;
To our ancient race?
That which we allow;
In idleness is disgrace.
Wake up and look up;
No longer bow down your heads.
This war is not over;
Until we're all dead.
It is time to live your truths;
No longer allowing the many lies.
Hoka Hey as the Lakota say;
It is a good day to die.
I would rather go standing;
On my feet;
Then to drift away slowly;
In my sleep.
Rise up! Speak up! Look up!
Warrior, this is your day!
A coward dies many times;
A warrior's spirit never fades!
Darlene Doll Smith
Let
Blessings
Course my blood
Tipped lance old dogs
War
02/16/14
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