I STAND

 

I hear you Lame Deer, Sioux medicine man.

From the pages of a book,

your words reach me across time and space.

I hear your heart felt cries, your pain and anguish

as we, the white men and women

crowd in on you, waving the green frog skin note; money.

As you say, we are the Wasicun, fat takers.

We take the fat from the land, hoarding it

in our pantries and bodies.

 

In your time you fled to Standing Rock.

You kept a beautiful nest out there on the prairie

for your girl.

Now your people stand against the Wasicun

with their bulldozers and pipeline.

They stand to protect the prairie and life giving water.

They stand to protect their cultural ways.

They stand for peace and harmony.

 

There is a story that many Indians would return

to Mother Earth, in a different form but with the same

hearts, that connect them to the land.

 

Could I be such a one?  I feel more connected

to you wise medicine man than I do

to my fellow Wasicun.

 

I stand with you, people of the Sioux Indian tribe.

I stand for our life giving Mother.

I stand for a vision where all tribes of the earth

shed the green frog skin, join hands and stand together,

work together, live together

in harmony with each other and Mother Earth.

I hold a vision for Re-membering Oneness.

 

I hear your call Lame Deer and

I stand.

 Catzen 2016  🙂