The great plan Ashtray salad Dark Season A battle reins on this sacred land A handful of women & boy cries Their people just held hands In the name of the great lie At a fire they try to stay warm Winter promises a long season They prey in teepees not to be torn For the fallen ones without reason A new world taken by the white man Never asked of how or why Treaties signed borders made No rest for the chiefs & clans So many to perish or die Where were they at the great parade Death for the weak in the big plan And their pellets for a poor trade Just a reminder under haunting sky Years pass but little been mended A hate that will not fade over time For power the killin never ended & those unchecked cross this line Will we bury the greed we nurtured Will that child not to face such loss & what of those who were tortured To this day we are blind to the cost A new world taken by the white man Never asked of how or why Treaties signed borders made No rest for the chiefs & clans So many to perish or die Where were they at the great parade Death for the weak in the big plan And their pellets for a poor trade Just a reminder under haunting sk
Posted on: Sat, 16 Nov 2013 18:15:51 +0000
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