~ Sacred Land ~






I hear the cry of my people, Spilling from the mist, Blanketing the ground, In the lonesome howl of the wolf. Filling my heart with its sound.



The Spirit of our Nation, Thundering upon the plains, Giving our lives purpose, A living heritage that will not wane. A Pride created over generations.



A people who love, live, and die. For their families, their homes, For the land from which we descend We die and fight for our way of life is why.



My people cry for me in the mist, To join them in this one last fight, I join my brothers and sisters, I raise my fist, And bow my head to a wrong never made right.



Wounded Knee is more than a piece of land. It is sacred to us, we have become so few, Its the place where so many were killed without sin. And you accuse us of making a Fus. Over some silly land, and a few of our kin.



So we send out our voices upon the wind. Seeking our brothers and sisters, Our families and friends, Behind our Father's Spirit we'll stand. To protect and to keep our Sacred Land.

by: Katerina

* This Page is dedicated to Leonard Peltier, with the prayer that He may go FREE!



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