flag

i am the last of my tribe, and i will die a free man. the white man likes to put those who will not follow his rules into cages. our land is full of the yellow rock they covet. so we are hunted to extinction. this stone appears to be their god. a cruel god who demands living sacrifice. i have watched the people die. seen my woman and children fall. i see the flag flying over their camp. the stars must represent the number of these people. as numerous as the stars. no matter how many we killed, many more took their place. i have painted my pony and donned the war paint myself. soon i will ride to meet them. soon i will be reunited with my loved ones. mother earth, father sky, grant me a warriors death. let them know that they have been joined in battle with a lakota warrior.

lines in the sand

how far will you go to get what you want ? will you lie ? will you tell that girl you're her dream in the flesh when desire of the flesh is your sole motivation ? will you steal ? will you rob the other man of his possessions ? or worse , his dreams or his dignity ? will you kill ? if you will , would you try to take some honor from it and face the man with the mark of your desire written clearly on your face , or would you ambush him through guile of word or deed ? and kill your own soul through your cowardice . we draw our own lines according to the grace of our spirits . we hold the knowledge of good and evil . are you prepared to defend the lines you've drawn ? a good man will always win if he knows he's right and keeps on coming .

pleiku ' 69

i am doing my part here . giving you the opportunity to change things there . we are good men and women caught up in something most of us can only partially understand . eisenhower warned us about the military-industrial complex long ago . war is , after all , good business . these people aren't our enemies . they have been played as we have . how can you justify a huge defense budget if you have no enemies ? i've come to realize the problems of the world are not created through sin , but rather through ignorance . so wave your peace signs , scream your slogans , and i meanwhile , will do my part . i hope you are able to convince the people to bring me and my brothers and sisters home .

forgotten

we are the children of many sires and every drop of blood in us in its turn betrays its ancestor . nothing and no one is forgotten . there is power in the blood . we remember .

the heaviness of light

the light weighs me down . inhibits me . the darkness is freedom . the world sleeps as i wander and wonder . the moon tugs at my blood reminding me of where i came from .