For the Dakota People
Your song is your land
Your vision is the parliament
Your people are a poem
See yourself – Sun-metal
Moulded into characters
Natural hues
gently touched with a brush
to be yourself
This poem is dead
It was killed by greed
Sweet dreams of harmony
Fake dreams, the chains
Are your companions
We all have to wear them
Have you embraced the demon yet?
Look the Death in the eye
Look the Sun in the eye
The Sun in the eye
The Sun in the I.
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