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With Death Comes Freedom
Smoke circled within the birch bark shelter,
a tiny mouth suckled upon his mothers’ breast,
born in a world without fear in a world that would
one day disappear.
Innocent he grew into a man, a warrior, riding into
battle with only a “coupe stick” the blood of another
had never stained his hands until he was taught how
to kill by those who called him friend from a far away
The once peaceful coupe sticks of war soon lay rotting
below the ground, principles, and the right to freedom
within time was gone and the lands where they were
born became the white man’s home.
Driven to desert prisons broken spirits would never mend,
no longer peaceful warriors they lived with scars on their
souls as well as their skin.
Mother’s eyes cried invisible tears, aching breast and arms
mourned for dead babies that would not be forgotten by the
passing of the years.
Proud people herded and confined in a worthless land, no
longer free because of lying and greed, hungry and dying of
the trespassers disease.
Truth is in the journey, many tried to take a stand, the rivers
became their burial grounds, and their blood stained the desert
Remember these people, they held onto hope until the end,
warriors, women, children, all dead because they thought the
trespasser, the white man was their friend.
An old man in his final moments knew that only in death freedom
could be found, his fading memory returned to songs merging with
wood smoke, a tiny mouth suckling upon his mother’s dark breast;
born in a world without fear, a world he now remembered, a world