Sheila Williams ~ Singing Cloud
Little faces dark and sad parents gone, taken away,
grandmother tries to comfort them
knowing herself just how they feel
for her own had disappeared.
Life, my friends, is never fair;
it takes from you more than it gives,
but for those with dark skins it is harder to begin.
Pattern set long ago,
white man came and stole the world;
Mother Earth left in tears,
mourning for her children’s lives.
Paths once led to sacred places
trampled now for strange pleasures,
beauty and wisdom left by the ancients
destroyed by those who have no honor.
Desecration across the land,
can you not hear the spirits crying,
no respect is shown for the secrets old as time,
these who came see themselves as equal to Creator.
The path they walk is red with blood,
war is all that lives within their hearts,
our white path is hard to keep;
all the teachers are asleep.
Listen children, listen well –
retribution stalks this world,
what once was will be again:
Creator says the Circle turns.
Animal, plant, feathered, and finned
all are calling out to Creator,
what the two legs do today
they will find they must repay.
So continue as you are,
taking all and wanting more,
soon your world will collapse
from the tears of Father Sky.
There is a trail marked by the ancients,
so dishonored still disrespected,
a Red Road so rough and rocky
many do not wish to walk it.
It is here that there is safety
for those who are strong enough to make it;
all your gold and oil will not buy one little stone.
Make your choice and take a stand,
do what is right and defend the way,
Mother Earth calls to you,
this is the only path to survival!
©Copyright November 20, 2007 by Sheila Williams ~ Singing Cloud