On the Eminence of Indigenous Nations
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lost under a full arc'd rainbow,
was found on the highest hill,
rode on a huey through tight canyons
and threw shells on a peaceful village.
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accepted the love of a wanderer,
said she found her home at last,
we rode on a huey above mountains,
and threw shells on a beautiful dream.
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on a train through great wide spaces,
i sang to the chief of the buffalo,
my eyes saw a thousand tipees ,
the white men rode with sabers.
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mother earth raised a patch of grass,
seated me upon its softness,
i railed at her with angry voice,
"be still dear knight, i am correction".
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she shred the cloaks of merchants,
and cut the tongues of errant priests,
i saw spring come to winter winds.
the tipees were raised again.
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(c) Erik 2020-01-28  01:36pm