The wind whispers their names
In shadowed star beams of wingless flight
Two more flare into flames
Cante Tinza come gather ‘round
Open ears so you may hear
Tatanka Yotanka tell of dreams
and Tashunka Witco confront fear
Where have all the Strong Hearts vanished?
Has Pine Ridge been in vain?
Come brothers, smoke from the canupa
Bring them all back home again!
~~*~~
Oyate kinhan kawitaya au yunkan
tuwela seca k'un hel opa sni yelo.
Nita kola heyape lo.
(Lakota Memorial Song for lost warriors
When people come to a celebration,
Someone is not among them.
Your friends have said so.)
~~*~~
Painted ponies churn sacred ground
As lightning laced the sky
Feathered warriors make no sound
As each prepares to ride
Echoed drums incite the silence
Embers of sage smudge the past
Warriors gallop in the distance
Oh, the forces they’ve amassed!
~~*~~
An old man sits upright in bed
His eyes still closed in dream
The battle rages inside his head
Against the white regime
He calls to them across the ages
Brothers from an ancient past
Deep in his chest the fire rages
They have come for him at last
He whispers,
Aké iyuskinyan wancínyankelo kola
(I am glad to see you again my friend)
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