Spirit Woman #8 / Interlude of Sorrow (The end I think)

Spirit Woman #8

Hunger burns; the heart yearns
For freedom long denied
Yellow Bird; must be heard
Ghost Dance he has cried

Kicking Bear; shirts will share
Invincible those that wore
Magic symbols to those assembled
Made bulletproof he swore

New earth comes; buries white ones
And only Native survive
Dance the dance; take no chance
Those dead once more alive

Big Foot’s band; no longer stand
For they danced long and hard
Ghost Dancers increased; fear now released
And Agents mounted a guard

Sitting Bull; with little pull
Sees no harm in dance
When agents saw he defied law
Decided to take no chance

A fight ensued, survivors pursued
Many skirmishes followed
Later they agreed; much in need
To surrender and pride was swallowed

Old deaf man; didn’t understand
Dropped his gun in fear
Black Coyote’s gun; hurt no one
But the price paid was dear

Someone cried fire; matters were dire
And death put on a show
The old and young; no chants sung
Lay dying in the snow

_________Interlude of Sorrow__________

No more hunts
No trails to ride
Lonely Reservation
Where we reside

Spirit Woman crying silent tears
Women and children lying dead,
The numbers ever swelling,
A mother hangs her head

A baby cries at Wounded Knee

The fox, like a shadow stalking,
Trots in silent anger
Over warriors bleeding flesh.
Another day of white strangers,

Will all the peoples die?

Massacre
Should never be
Cannot hide
At Wounded Knee

Spirit Woman shaking with sorrow,
Gasping in smoke she cannot see,
Head bowed with crushing pain,
She walks the land to be.

Fading from this moment...

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wounded_Knee_massacre
http://www.lastoftheindependents.com/wounded.htm
http://www.hanksville.org/daniel/lakota/Ghost_Dance.html

Good news folks. I think it is finally finished.