Chief Crazy Horse fought for his people.
He fought for the land that had been stolen from him,
The wildlife killed simply so that they could not have it,
And for accessory.
He explained how they didn't want or need their civilization,
That their great spirit intended them to live by the hunt.
They wished to live as their fathers before them lived,
To make the most out of life
To live and love.
To hunt and gather.
To create and build.
Crazy Horse now stands above the blood-stained land.
His words fall on ears that are glued to the sound of money,
He in unrewarded for his honor and left without a home.
He can only hope the white man will change their ways,
That they might hear his people cry, and they cry too.
Mar 18, 2021
Mar 18, 2021 at 11:25 AM UTC
Chief Crazy Horse fought for his people.
He fought for the land that had been stolen from him,
The wildlife killed simply so that they could not have it,
And for accessory.
He explained how they didn't want or need their civilization,
That their great spirit intended them to live by the hunt.
They wished to live as their fathers before them lived,
To make the most out of life
To live and love.
To hunt and gather.
To create and build.
Crazy Horse now stands above the blood-stained land.
His words fall on ears that are glued to the sound of money,
He in unrewarded for his honor and left without a home.
He can only hope the white man will change their ways,
That they might hear his people cry, and they cry too.
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