In Memory of Russell Means
A
champion of the oppressed
In
blessing blessed
Darkest
demons dwell inside
Doubt,
despair
A
warrior full of Sioux pride
Daring
to care
To
be a light
To
fight the fight
Mother
Earth
Your
son returns
As
in life
As in death
As in birth
A
fire that burns
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
Yellow Thunder
Yellow Thunder
Life is cheap
Makes me wonder
How you sleep
We ruled the plains
Before the trains
Hunted
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
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
