Blood Shed

There has been so much devastation/

And cruel matter of speech/ The actions are are window/ And speak volumes

Of their inclinations of destruction/

And mothers and children begin to weep/

They fell for a bargain/ A peace treaty/

That would bring them relief/ They sold their land and their horses/ Gave up their  children/ to highest prize/ and then the girl became a bride/ While others sowed their wild oats and held on to their family/ they kept their tribe pretty with a halo with a crown of thorns and bone/ and hummingbird rings/ Why die today/ Why live in pain/ Why be long forgotten/ And here comes the rain/ Here comes the boom of the drum/ Here comes the boot off your throat/ Feel the drop and the throb of your heart/ Feel the spirit awaken/ The eagle has perched his feet/ And suddenly all has begun again/ For the native and the silly modern man/ The fool of the new day/ Didn't respect or feel sorry for all the blood shed. This is Thanksgiving/ This is America/ And we're still in blood shed.