Our world lost
a warrior
Just today
The bravest of
fighter
For our native
ways
Singer of the
truth
Fight you nail
and tooth
He’s with our
ancestors
Beneath the
Sacred Tree.
The winds lost
a voice
That
represented choice
Yet his spirit
will visit
Let us all
rejoice
As the
struggle he fought for
Will carry on
I’m so damn
sad
To know that
he’s gone.
He stood for
every tribe and nation
Swam to shores
To fight the
indignation
Spoke the
words
So many called
obscene
My heart is
weeping
For my
brother…
Russell Means.
As the Great
Spirit
Brings him
home
Seven
generations
Will smile,
yet mourn
Father sky
Grandfather
sun
Mother Earth
Grandmother
moon…
Will wrap
around his spirit
Take him in to
their womb…
It was a bad
day today
A sad one
Bad one
We lost a
warrior today
I can’t wait
to see him
Just to hear
him say
Our world,
Wado Russell. I will meet you at the Sacred Tree!!
ReplyDeletewhy do great men die before their work is done?
ReplyDeletewho will pick up his lance and carry it into the battles to come?
when will the world find the decency to treat all men as equal and deserving of respect?
will there ever be a time when we will all look upon each other as brothers?
will we ever learn?
our spirits mourn the passing together my brother, peace to you and and mrs waya
he rides with crazy horse and and all the true men who havnt got a price for selling out.i hear his soul on the winter wind..rest brave warrior your spirits free
ReplyDeleteHe rides with crazy horse and all the true men who dont have a price for selling out I hear his soul on the winter wind rest brave warrior your soul is free
ReplyDeleteI agree 100% with both of you. Wado for the visit. I have many irons in the fire, so I have been scarce here. I am planning big changes and merging my sites together. Wado ale nvwatohiyadv(Thank you and peace.
ReplyDeleteWaya Adanvdo