CINDERELLA, ATTORNEY-AT-LAW

She wears the fire's ash in defiant pride
The sacred face paint of her grandmothers
Outlawed by the murderous invaders
To kill the Indian but save the race

The Chief's first law is to feed the people
And to carry their souls through the hard times
When some lost their way when the world changed
And The People disappeared with the mourning fog

We were bound by vows that circled and flew away
Paper meant nothing so we marked the spot
With a rock big enough to hold our intent
And remember the words spoken that day

Four generations later we met them in court
To reinterpret the vows of our grandfathers
To measure the words with money not honor
They took half of what the Creator gave us