Buffalo MoonA Poem by Patches I'm not so new anymore.This is the scond poem Hope you, the readers enjoy it.The Buffalo Moon rises tonight! The Buffalo Moon is brightest tonight. It is not white, the Buffalo Moon.
The White Man slaughters the Buffalo. and fill their bellies with beef. While our women, our children starve.
Hear the thunder? Distant. It comes nearer, yet there is no lightening the sky is dark but cloudless.
Ta tanka is coming! The buffalo return! They come with the Buffalo Moon. It is not white, the Buffalo Moon.
Red is the Buffalo Moon Red like us! The Buffalo Moon id red. It is not white, the Buffalo Moon!
We are the chosen of Ta tanka They has returned We are again one with Ta tanka.
Ta tanka is with us! Hanta Yo* Brothers of the Buffalo.
Beneath the Buffalo Moon we dance. We feast again beneath the Buffalo Moon, our women sing, they forget their hunger.
Our children run, jump, laugh--- their empty bellies filled beneath the Buffalo Moon.
He has given his life for us. His blood, red as the moon he has shed for us. His great heart he gives to us.
Ta tanka dies so that we might live. We dance to honor his sarifice. The Shaman sings.
From Ta tanka's shaggy coat our women will fashion robes from Ta tanka's hide they will make moccasins.
Hanta Yo brothers of the Buffalo Beneath the Buffalo Moon Metako yassi** we are one with Ta tanka***
*Hanta Yo---Welcome, Clear the way **Metako yassi--- we are one with Ta tanka *** Ta tanka The buffalo--- tanka Buffalo From the language of the Brule Sioux
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