A letter from the red road by xBennyRGraux, literature
Literature
A letter from the red road
Dear friend, I heard about your plight from a buddy of yours who was severely worried
about your current situation. You don't know me, but I was called during a retreat in a cabin with my wife and two friends. I am a Shaman, my wife is Sioux and my two friends are from the Longhouse tribe. This plight came to us during meditation and they felt I should handle this request. I had to send you this in a letter which should get to you through your friend. We know it will and hope you will find wisdom to help you walk the Red road.
Long ago there was a young man named Johnny Threewinters, In his reservation there where several reports of suicide
The day the land dies
When nature attacks our rear
She'll kill us off
And that's how she'll shed her tear
Land once lovely blue and green
Now black and disgusting
People boiling their water now
Are chanting ''Oh,oil companies...''
"You've learned nothing."
Our "leaders" rip the trees out
And dig pits in sand
And pipes run underground
Till they burst and ruin the land
For many people
Their water is unsafe
And boiling even now
Politicians' days are numbered
For their water is just fine
We natives promise,mother Earth
That Keystone will not pass
And if war is declared
Then we'll keep you safe
For as long as we last...
For
Walk the cryin' trail
See the tears flooding the path
Mothers and children lost in time
Ancient history lost to the past
Hear the children weep
See the wolf's bloody tracks
Mothers and children lost in time
The Trail of Tears
Many thousand gone on its crooked path
Shiver and quiver
In the weight of the rain
Sleeping and weeping
Nimble young children in pain
No blankets for warmth
No food for hunger
Mighty and proud tribes
The white man did plunder
Laid waste to a village
Just because they don't understand...
Does not give them the right
To burn my ancestors' land
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Tearing tendons, ripping flesh
Teeth sink lower in my chest
Rough hands graze my cheek
Gag my mouth so I can't speak
Hold me down to have your way
As you break my soul again today