"Democracy - Unplugged"

Practice what you preach never easy for me
anger and weeping in a poem of sorrow,
my mind unable to grasp a lie of the mighty
all powerful without mercy for the innocent,
hiding dying in their lodges, skins - of buffalo
covering a nation enslaved, democracy denied
by the rich and famous, where are they now?

Dead their bones rotting in hell, a fire burning
brightly with evil deeds for mankind the devil,
detailing laws with commas and dots, what for?
The uneducated a sign language, leave us alone,
long time our custom from birth roaming in tribes,
riding our ponies to the hills, our children laughing
whooping ancient games of old, now starving thin.

The fields filled with memories, dancing a trance
a mind to madness consumed we are drunkards,
their booze poisoned dark to die lonely in a hole,
locked away beautiful in our minds earth our hero,
fields in words of mercy on high, seeds of pride
signals proud Red Indians of old, blood so bold
the color of living strangers disguised the traitors.

Our souls sold for two dollars to die, tell us why
eagle in the sky seeing a new horizon on earth,
trinkets and beads sold to tourists on the reserve.
Our custom we preserve hiding our dignity here
in this land, the world calls it – “Freedom Now.”
Where are we in the land of paradise road,
hiding away where you shamed our heritage?

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