Fire in the Sky

Smoke upon the troubled waters, fogging the land with a ghastly smell

Black as coal, rolling, smothering, gagging fumes of death

The red hot waving prairie grasses, send their farewells, now vanished in flames

The sky burns with intense heat, exhausting, burning bushes

Like running scared, naked bodies, it rages with demon eyes of sin

Blood of golden red, veins of flesh, bulging with mad desire

Not knowing how to see through, unable to climb the walls of firing hell

Wounded Knee, Apache's slain, along with other native tribes

Yet Buffalo Bill's legend lives, while native men still buried, none the same

All I know is on that day, all treaties were broken

The ink on documents forgotten, turning to brown ash

In the cannonball storm of fire in the sky