Bow and lance and war club
could not forestall our doom,
driven and slain like bison
our deaths came all too soon.
Forsaken by the Great Spirit
we resisted to no avail,
saddened by the mystery
of why we could not prevail.
The days of our greatness are over
replaced in the world by the whites,
the warrior unhorsed and vanquished
no matter how well he fights.
We dwindled to remnants of greatness
mere shadows of a great past,
the noble Indian Nations
once mighty and so vast.
Survivors in this modern day
teach our children what's right,
the arrowhead and spear tip
to be re-sharpened and kept bright.
by Robert Quinn
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