The Eagle of Elders takes to
flight.
Because He is free; He has
the right.
High in the mountains this
Bird sails,
Overlooking the ancient
Indian trails.
Native Americans once thrived
on this great land,
It was sacred; not to be
owned by man.
His keen eye spots the
cherished Tomahawk,
A famed weapon, used when
they fought.
He hears the sound of the
Musket as it fires,
He forgets the year and man's
new hunting desires.
Long ago He was a God to the
people of his nation,
Now he is meat to be killed
without any negotiations.
This Eagle of Elders will go
down and die in human hands,
But His soul will live, and
his Spirit spread across the lands!
~Author Unknown~
