Open Poetry #29 |
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Madness Brings You This (Wananikwe's End) |
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Cpat Hair![]()
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Wananikwe’s dream began the dance To restore us to this land before they came Before the disease of red pox When Buffalo were our brothers, But it was stolen from him And lost its power When he we never name Crept into the sleep of our people And stripped bare the tree it grew on. This was before I caught he we never name By following him into the nightmare Of an old Sioux who thought Coyote Was playing tricks with his wife While he slept. Our people held on then To the motions But lost all else Tonight, I danced Wananike’s dance And held the bag holding him we never name High above my head And ate the dreams he contained Tomorrow, The world will change And the white eyes who have visited So many tears on us will begin to feel What it is to war and lose Or war and win but lose And a new cycle will begin on the wheel One that brings the broken circle Much despair. I have spoken And He we never name Now hunts their sleep Tell me great fathers Why is it you cry? |
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n2dmystic Member
since 2003-09-27
Posts 253beyond the doors of perception |
reminiscent of Neil Youngs "Pocahontas." Sadly lovely. Ah ho, cousin Peace, Joe |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Ron........An amazing story! |
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Kaoru![]() ![]() ![]()
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
amazing, indeed! ![]() |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Ron, as always...you tell it like it is. Amazing m'friend. ~Hugs~
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Tonight, I danced Wananike’s dance And held the bag holding him we never name High above my head And ate the dreams he contained Tomorrow, The world will change And the white eyes who have visited So many tears on us will begin to feel What it is to war and lose Or war and win but lose And a new cycle will begin on the wheel One that brings the broken circle Much despair. I have spoken And He we never name Now hunts their sleep Tell me great fathers Why is it you cry? ============================== "Nature's first green is gold, |
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