#indigenouspoetry
Sacred beast, King of the plains
Feeder of the people and protector of the herd
You are the lifeline come hard times
And through your death you give life.
Sustenance, Nutrients, Nourishment to the hunter's family.
Your skin, your hide turned clothing or shelter.
Your tendons turned sinew
Your bones turned tools to be used for a lifetime.
Your muscle, your meat turned to stew and fragrant roasts
Meals turned to memories
Of families gathered around sacred fires
Laughing, loving, living another day
All thanks to you.
Tatanka
Apr 19
Apr 19, 2026 at 2:15 PM UTC
#korryn
I am not a beast
I am not the monster
You make me out to be
Condemned ostracized and
Castrated - a ***** of
My community
Just to **** me with impunity
Slaughter me and
Call it democracy
To silence me
It's a ******* fallacy
Perverting normalcy
Crazy all the bodies
There is not enough dirt
To cover your hypocrisy
Everything you touch
Ends in atrocities
Your lies and deceit
Cunning and chicanery
Eclipse insanity
Evokes a calamity which
Inflicts humanity
A sham on society
Your democracy
I've had enough
Sickened and alone
Barricaded in my home
Today my voice
Shall finally be heard
I speak with the blunt force
Trauma
Of my
Enemies
Words
Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 10:09 AM UTC