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Dana-instrumental – The-red-tribes
“My Great-Great Grandfather was
a full blooded American Indian
and the stories he told me when
I was wee would bring to far too
many horrid nightmares.”
For centuries they lived in peace
with their families in their tee-pees
hunting buffalo that were abundant
it’s meat was filling, rich and pungent
honoring their great spirit above
with rituals that sent him love
and they seldom chanted war songs
unless another tribe
sought to take their homes.
The whole country was their oyster
for each and every tribe that cloistered
in their villages of peace.
but sadly this would cease…..
And no medicine man
could stem the tide
of the blood that soon
would flow from them
the people of the red tribes
who all were so cruelly denied
all that lands that they had settled.
And the red tribes fought back viciously
against these strangers who maliciously
offered booze to make them drunkards
cut down sheltering trees for lumber
villages facing rape and plunder
as women and children cried and died
till the red tribes were outnumbered.
As whites sought to
make them all extinct
leaving thousands dead
to rot and stink
and the great white chiefs
offered them relief
writing them treaties that lied
while killing off the buffalo
leaving no chance to survive.
Then they stuck the
Indians who remained
on barren reservations
to face more hunger and great pain
driving their brave warriors all insane
and so they escaped to fight again
but they could not reclaim
what greedy men had stole from them.
And so they became civilized
but if you look deep in their eyes
you’ll see the flames of sweet revenge
just waiting to be launched again
as their babies grow and hear the tales
of how their great ancestors wailed...
And someday they’ll outnumber
all the civilized growing fat in comfort
on lands their white ancestors grabbed
they’ll suddenly have to pay the tab
as warriors rise across the land
and execute their long, lost plans
to reclaim what was truly theirs
It’s been simmering decades …so Beware!!!
You might just find some waiting
outside your window filled with hating
and the red tribes will make white flow red
removing scalps from every head
in retribution long deserved
as justice throws a balanced curve
of bullets, arrows and sharp spears
Into the loved ones you hold dear.
And the true rulers of our fair lands
will rise in a victorious stand
and you’ll be shocked just like they were
when all that you own disappears
and all your life is spent in fear,
Remember that it happened here.
At the hands of your own ancestors
and be sure to die bravely….
as they all did long ago.
they say time heals all …you know.
Incredibly Detailed Music Composed
& Played by-Frank DANA--©-2022
Lyrics & Vocals Written & Sung by-
Matthew F, Blowers III---©-2022 at:
Art~Whimsically Yours Studio
Photo by-Boston Public Library
found at: Unsplash.com
When you persecute a people eventually they persecute back,
