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Date Posted: 13:46:56 03/11/07 Sun
Author: Zig Zag
Author Host/IP: 80-47-186-184.lond-th.dynamic.dial.as9105.com / 80.47.186.184
Subject: WILD WEST

Swirling clouds of red dust, making whirlpools in the air
stomping like thunder as the Longhorns stampede
drovers heckle, harass and cajole the two thousand steer
natives astride mustangs from every tribe and creed

Watching and waiting, they see their hunting grounds raped and stolen
lands of the Gods gives way to pans of silver and gold
myths and legends abound from trackers to frontiersmen
white mans pursuit of fools bullion ends in death, foretold

Cheyenne, Sioux, Apache and Blackfoot with dance of war
vivid painted faces whoop and chant for power in battle
Chieftans lodge's hear the cry and smoke begins to soar
Custer and his Bluecoats ride on towards death's knell

High on the plains at a place called Little Big Horn
the valiant Seventh fight toe to toe in a final stand
one by one they fell, till only Yellow Hair stood forlorn
shot and torn he died there on the blood red ground

The war cries rand out loud and into the night
but those that led knew the white man would return
time to move and drive them hard, far from sight
for the next time their village's will burn, burn, burn

Following their ancient trails to where the buffalo graze
seeking the lands of their ancestors to live and die in peace
looking forward as they go, thinking back to the old days
when hunting was free and plenty, for the summer feast

A valley called Wounded Knee was the place to gather under the warm sun
many tribes came to lick their wounds and sit in counsel
Young braves urging to fight, wise men fighting for reason
while they argued the Bluecoats prepared to unleash hell

Early morning when all was quiet, save for the bark of a dog
sabres' and bugles sang out as the chestnut stallions sought out their quarry
all was lost in a moment, as the smoking guns left a deathly fog
not a warrior, squaw or child survived the soldiers fury

Haunted, lost and wandering, lamenting their un-dead spirits with nowhere to hide
when the smoke of battle has cleared, a morbid dirge could be heard
the great White Chief's power had smothered a nation and stolen it's pride
the hunting grounds were left silent, nothing to be said, not a single word

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