WOUNDED KNEE WOMEN

From Grandmother and mother to young girl
We answered our Lakota sisters call
From the bright lights of New York City streets
To the briny beaches of the Elwha
To draw a mortal line in the same snow
And frozen earth that took the Ghost Dancers
Home on songs that fly between blazing worlds
That split and left us lost on the false road
to barren reserves that couldn't feed us
Our souls starved for outlawed ceremonies
That waited in the glowing dreamtime mists
To revive our numbed spirit eyes and ears
with new visions of a luminous world
of eagles, buffalo, salmon and corn
lit from within by our love and prayers
We dance in ancient memory to drums
thundering from our wild unbroken hearts
And sing of our escape from the nightmare
of the backward world of broken treaties
Shattered families scattered on the winds
Gathered whole into the sacred circle
Prophesied by the ancient Ghost Dancers