Sheila Williams ~ Singing Cloud
WE FIGHT ON!
Hearts meet, spirits speak,
eagle screams from the sky,
four winds walk, troubles stalk,
where have the People gone?
Timeless beauty, spiral dancing,
eyes of the hawk have been gifted,
feathers gathered, music called,
a different color but still there.
Death called, kill them all,
like the beaver wipe them out,
what is the difference
they are not human any way.
Father Sky, Mother Earth,
what kind of people kill the children,
four winds, and Creator,
prayers said as we go to water.
Grandmother Sun, Brother Moon,
still called heathen and seen as savage,
this is our home – Turtle Island
though they lie about it.
Four legged, finned, or feathered;
they still have no connection to them:
buffalo, and mountains:
they still do not understand we are these.
Warrior walks, healer teaches;
how can they learn from my ancients?
More than language is the difference;
in their hearts is no acceptance.
No more, no more, they say
the People are extinct,
they teach their children what they wish was so,
still they try and still they lie we are here.
Here today, here tomorrow,
the Tsalagi are forever,
we are here though you do not see us,
try you may, to wish us away
we stand like stone and proudly.
Treaties broken, lies abound,
you stole the lands but not our hearts,
separate us by a quantum,
of us of our children,
still, still we fight on!
©Copyright December 10, 2007 by Sheila Williams ~ Singing Cloud