“Guns and Bibles”
Guns
and bibles
Brought
down my people
Military
boots
That
stomped on their hands,
Disease
in blankets
Such
indignation
Whiskey
fueled
As
they stole our lands.
Jesus
sculptures
Hanging
on beaded bands
Resurrected
Time
and again,
As
you forced our heads
Deep
into the sand
Guns
and bibles
Killed
the native man.
Guns and bibles
Powder fed….
Guns and bibles
Can’t count the dead..
Guns and bibles
So full of dread
Guns and bibles…
Get out of my head.
As
the sun sets
Over
the badlands
An
eerie silence
Echoes
inside,
Devil
smiles
‘cause
his work is done
Guns
and bibles
Destroyed
everyone.
Guns and bibles
Made the weak liable
Justified everything
Killing all that was tribal,
Put our souls
Up on your mantle
As your evil proceeded
To pummel and trample.
When
the moon is rising
Above
the Sacred Tree
Our
pain subsiding
Setting
us free,
Gathered
together
In
harmony
Our
Creator and ancestors
Wait
for you and me.
