The Wallowa Rustler
The Rustler was trying to find his
way home
on horseback through blinding rain, sleet
and snow
every stone, blade of grass, tree,
and hill
were covered with rain, sleet
and ice.
The Elders sat on horses on a hill
and watched
as the pitiful Soyapo rode his stallion
head down
across the land that no man
could conquer
glancing quietly at one another through hooded
buffalo robes
They silently watched, curious to see a man who rode
with death
The Elders made the sign with hands brown
and old
of two riders (going home), one living, one dead
The rustler had found his destination, he found
his way home.
rpleith
Wednesday, August 26, 2015
The Death of Archbishop Romero
The Death of Archbishop Romero
Murder walked the streets of San Miguel, liberated, seething
the hem of her cloak was ragged, black and torn
caked with blood, brains and the meat of souls
from years of work, toil, and tally of numbers
The Black Twins, murder and death
walked among the many
soiled black coats flowing in their trail
their boots soaked in the blood of innocence
The light of God
rose over the horizon
of Hell's San Miguel
scattering the demons of BAAL
He spoke of Light, Liberation, and God
he touched the poor, the filthy, and the oppressed
with hands of velvet, words of redemption and peace
the glory of God would stop the genocide, and the destruction,
El Salvador, my child, come in from rain, rest your ragged soul
my house is your house, my water is your water, my death
will be your liberation, freedom is here, life has come
my hands will wash your feet, my arms will comfort you child.
El Salvador, El Salvador...
Dedicated to Archbishop Oscar Romero
Advocate for the poor & oppressed
San Miguel, El Salvador
Murdered March 24, 1980
Murder walked the streets of San Miguel, liberated, seething
the hem of her cloak was ragged, black and torn
caked with blood, brains and the meat of souls
from years of work, toil, and tally of numbers
The Black Twins, murder and death
walked among the many
soiled black coats flowing in their trail
their boots soaked in the blood of innocence
The light of God
rose over the horizon
of Hell's San Miguel
scattering the demons of BAAL
He spoke of Light, Liberation, and God
he touched the poor, the filthy, and the oppressed
with hands of velvet, words of redemption and peace
the glory of God would stop the genocide, and the destruction,
El Salvador, my child, come in from rain, rest your ragged soul
my house is your house, my water is your water, my death
will be your liberation, freedom is here, life has come
my hands will wash your feet, my arms will comfort you child.
El Salvador, El Salvador...
Dedicated to Archbishop Oscar Romero
Advocate for the poor & oppressed
San Miguel, El Salvador
Murdered March 24, 1980
The King of Death
The King of Death, Blood & Bone
The Belgium King Leopold had himself a kingdom
made of black flesh, blood & bone
his robes of red, lined with satin, dirt and stone
the King dreams of anguish, torture and pain in glee
Old King Leopold built himself a kingdom
and wept with joy upon his throne
and from his pyre of heads he peeled
his daily fill of flesh, blood & bone
as many skulls he would cast together
to make the bed that was his throne
mighty King Leopold dressed his kingdom
in black flesh, blood & bone
in the Councils of Europe he stood and spoke
but it is for their own good that they wear the yoke
savages are they with no God to call
as his fingers and hair dripped of flesh, blood & bone
I am but a humble saint he spat
whose civilized tongue would wilt and wither
had I not spoke and salvation delivered
his teeth and gums, black with grime, black flesh, blood & bone.
The Belgium King Leopold had himself a kingdom
made of black flesh, blood & bone
his robes of red, lined with satin, dirt and stone
the King dreams of anguish, torture and pain in glee
Old King Leopold built himself a kingdom
and wept with joy upon his throne
and from his pyre of heads he peeled
his daily fill of flesh, blood & bone
as many skulls he would cast together
to make the bed that was his throne
mighty King Leopold dressed his kingdom
in black flesh, blood & bone
in the Councils of Europe he stood and spoke
but it is for their own good that they wear the yoke
savages are they with no God to call
as his fingers and hair dripped of flesh, blood & bone
I am but a humble saint he spat
whose civilized tongue would wilt and wither
had I not spoke and salvation delivered
his teeth and gums, black with grime, black flesh, blood & bone.
Thursday, June 18, 2015
Dakota Wicohan
In the Dakota Way of Life we honor the truth of life and the truth of the Grandmother Earth. In this truth we share the power of the air, water, wood and stone. This practice, this sacred power has been handed down to us by the Grandfathers who are holy. Their teachings have survived through the ages as we have always honored them, they have always come to teach and to help when we pray.
We speak to them in our own language, the original language given to us by the Great Mystery, Wakan-Tanka. They are his messengers, his children. They are the Holy Ones. Walk with respect, walk with honor and walk in peace with the holy creation, with the holy universe and all shall be well. To do otherwise is to self destroy. Man now realizes his world is finite and there are limits to God's resources.
The Dakota Oyate were given the gift. As many others in the western hemisphere were given the gift among their own nations, Anishinabe, Odawa, Iroquois, Cheyenne, Paiute, Hopi, Cherokee, and so on. Through their gifts they see, they have seen, and they continue to see the truth. And we have shared this message many times, only to be asked to step aside and eventually ignored. And so we remain in peace, with patience and tolerance for our time, which is coming.
We speak to them in our own language, the original language given to us by the Great Mystery, Wakan-Tanka. They are his messengers, his children. They are the Holy Ones. Walk with respect, walk with honor and walk in peace with the holy creation, with the holy universe and all shall be well. To do otherwise is to self destroy. Man now realizes his world is finite and there are limits to God's resources.
The Dakota Oyate were given the gift. As many others in the western hemisphere were given the gift among their own nations, Anishinabe, Odawa, Iroquois, Cheyenne, Paiute, Hopi, Cherokee, and so on. Through their gifts they see, they have seen, and they continue to see the truth. And we have shared this message many times, only to be asked to step aside and eventually ignored. And so we remain in peace, with patience and tolerance for our time, which is coming.
Chris Leith, Dakota Elder, Sun dance Chief
And so we pray, as time goes on, because we know where the truth lies, and from our homes we journey with the message, the warnings, for all those who may also wish to honor HIS wishes here on Unci-Maka (Mother Earth).
Wopida Tanka, Mitakuye-Owasin.
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