rivers weep as if they knew,
somehow i think they do.
buffalo prayers dry like bones,
crows grieve as only they can.
the Great Spirit sows deep with destiny,
the sacred hoop calls forth souls.
night bows in silent awe,
waiting for dawn to undress the day.
wild horses gallop past kerosene huts,
where children speak the forbidden way.
a voice returns to silence,
leaving the truth in battles fought.
freedom takes back her lover,
ah, but soon he’ll ride again!
for Russell Means
she lost her virginityin the bed of a pickup truckran away at seventeenvowed never to come backnow two abortions latershe’s fading into black…fading into black…lost child of a forgotten Goda number without a namewith nothing left to loseand nothing left to gainracing down a dead end streethalf crazy and nearly sanetoo tired to stop the…
is the last cryof all those killedin the name of capitalism.the tearin my eyes,the hunger of thosewe’ve forced tolive in poverty.the bruiseon my lips,the swelling groanof those we’ve oppressed!
do we understand the concept?justice has nothing to do withclass, religious beliefs, skincolor, or economic station…it has nothing to do with revenge!it cannot be used for politicalpurposes…justice looks, smells, tastes, andfeels the same for all people!justice is marked by a true senseof equality.doesnt sound like what we have now?therein lies the reason for revolution…it we…
in the place of truth,take your identity.on backs bent with work,and the cooking pot empty…no tomorrow, take today,no money, take your family!
without your eyes in my darkness,i am gone blind.without your tongue on my desire,my heart stops beating….without your wetness on my prayers,my god is dead!without your moan in my stillness,even the tomb is harsh and cold.without your kiss upon my freedom,everywhere i look…bars, and more bars!
to get out of its box…in a low voice telling him,there’d come a time,there’d come a time!you smell good!we pass like familiar strangerswho’ve forgotten the wordsto the song…and the roar and the dinof the circus and its clownsdrowns out the silence!i turn, and take you witha glance, a thought, an inadvertenttouch…the cash register rings again!and…
