Forty Years (For Leonard Peltier)
Forty years
Bound by iron and stone
Many tears
Weeping alone
My brothers and sisters slain
Should I have stood
Idle in my pain
Would that have been for the
greater good?
This land
It is still ours
Understand
Each of Mother Earth's scars
Rips apart
My soft and tender heart
I AIM to be free
It is my dream
So shall it be
Whether by whisper or scream
On the horizon there is
rising a red storm
We shall never conform
Truth can never fail
We shall prevail
Forty years
In defense of what is right
Forty years
I see the dawn breaking in light
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