The white-eyes have come to speak to me,
And we have sat 'round the council fire.
They spoke of things I have yet to see,
And peace was their only desire.
That the red and white would live as one,
In peace, and never in war;
That we'd bury the hatchet and bury the gun;
That wars would come no more.
But I see the wagon trains, sun to sun
And I see the buffalo die,
I see the dust of settlements begun
Rise to the smoky sky.
I see the red man treated like dirt,
And cheated in every trade,
And lashed and beaten with whip and quirt,
As I think of the treaty we made.
We sat in council; we had a smoke
From the peace pipe of our people,
With wise men there who came and spoke
For the white-eyes, and our people.
Tonight the braves are talking war
And the firewater goes to their head,
While the white-eyes sell them more and more;
And soon there will be many dead.
Though we cannot win and we cannot lose,
And we cannot accept the blame,
We cannot accept the white-eye's abuse;
We were here before they came!
They speak of honor as we have known,
And we would accept the terms,
But they think honor is theirs alone
And the word of the red man spurns.
On the ladder of life there are many rungs
And each is a step on the way,
For those who speak with fork-ed tongues
Death is the only way.
So, many a squaw will weep tonight,
And many a brave will die,
For all of the braves are hunting the white
For the scalp of a hateful white-eye.
And sadness fills me, for the one who came
Meant every word that he said.
I'll seek the Great Spirit in that one's name,
For tomorrow he'll lie with the dead.
The great white father in Washington
Is concerned that he does just right,
But they will not follow the setting sun
To the scene of the coming fight.
They will say that we broke the treaty -
But our spirit's been broken, instead.
The scene of conflict will not be pretty
When they count those mourning, and dead.
Perhaps, someday, I may smoke again
With the white-eyed brave I found,
When we are set free of earthly pain
In the Happy Hunting Ground.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
Shekhina Canyon - copr. 1989
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