Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee

I’ve been suffering very long now, from the pain of wounded knees;

I’m on them every day now, for my heart is unappeased!

I’ll speak your name or hear the sounds, of the music we once shared;

And then my knees fall to the floor, our love has been impaired!

And to all my dear “Red Brothers”, I’ve no disrespect in me;

For I realize you too all suffer, from the pain of “Wounded Knee”!

So let’s form a coalition, me the poet, you the “braves”;

That we will help each other win the war, that’s come with loved ones graves!

I’ll beat the war paints drum song, with fighting words of rhyme;

And you, the bravest warriors, to tops of hills you’ll climb!

You’ll scout until you find them, foes that took our dearest kin;

And with the chants that I have written, the battle will begin!

And the outcome was early written, by the man called “Hammurabi”;

An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth, you’ll slay all our enemies!

And then we’ll celebrate our victory, our hearts not tortured be;

We’ll avenge all of our loved ones, and the pain of “Wounded Knee”!