The sky was filled with clouds
of black smoke
Smoke from the white men's
guns
Blasting guns could be heard
echoing in the camp
Bullets ripping through the air
Gun powder drifting
Cries of Indians in agony
Their blood all over the battle
field
Old people died
Women died
Children died
Covering the fields leaving
nothing but died body's
Indians fought back with
hope and prayer for FREEDOM
FREE to live the Indian way
Still, the white laugh and call
Indians down "you stupid injuns
will never win against us"
"We are much too powerful"
They are making the Indians stronger
Stronger than mortals being on earth
They bought beer now drugs
to take our freedom away
Drugs...beer...alcoholics then our land
And they laugh
"Look at those stupid Indians"
"Drunks and druggies"
We could be free to live
The Indian way (not the white man's way)
When the smoke rises and
The dust clears who will
Be left standing??
THE INDIANS
