The True American Shaman Speaks
why yahoos will not replace us
I am the American Bison/buffalo
Exterminated to preserve status quo|
Yet, a few have survived, you must know
Survived genocide, hatred, and Jim Crow
What vow does one being owe to another?
What symbol and service do we owe to a brother?
What fealty and faith have we yet to discover?
Who belongs to the Earth? And, who, is the “Other?”
Even as your buffalo soldiers were reviled,
Our bones piled in grim heaps, the buffalo was exiled
Lands, sky, air, and soil were quickly defiled
A new west, of burgers and brawn, was re-styled
Now you may flay my skin, and wear my fur
Bellowing, blaring, an attempt to conquer
But you can’t steal my majesty to confer
Dignity upon deeds that are purely impure
This isn’t your moment, your shining Bastille Day
Man infest destiny fouls every step of your way
We, truest shamans, symbols of our U.S.A.
Won’t give our respect to those who betray
