Friday, February 6, 2026

Yellow Thunder

Yellow Thunder


Yellow Thunder

Life is cheap

Makes me wonder

How you sleep

 

We ruled the plains

Before the trains

Hunted Buffalo

Lived to share

Came to know

God in care

 

More and more your lust does abound

Pollute the skies violate the ground

A road to a destination known well

Hell

 

Yellow Thunder

Six feet under

Still his cries

Electrifies

Our soul

 

You stole our land

With wicked hand

Your tongues still lie

And we defy

Your control

 

Our Great Spirit lives

Wisdom a gift he gives

Wisdom to perceive

Wisdom to believe

Your vain and futile path

Will be repaid with wrath

 

The Nina, Pinta and Santa Maria

Ships numbered three

Once more they shall sail the sea

For the land will be purged by fire

And you shall bow to our desire

You cities, roads, intrusions, no more

Burned Babylon the Whore

And on those ships you shall return

Where you go is not our concern

 

And Yellow Thunder will rock the Earth

And Yellow Thunder shall know rebirth

As countless drops of endless rain

Wash away the bitter stain

Soothing relief from the pain

Our land shall be our land again

Perfect, Pristine, Pure

And Yellow Thunder shall walk once more


 POLISHED FRAGMENTS

Poet To The Poor


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