A poem dedicated to the late and great Lakota chief |
Renowned hero, chief to his tribe Courageously struggling to retain Sioux pride Earned much respect for generosity and caring Proved himself self-assured and daring Crazy Horse did not surrender to white demands Stubbornly refused to relinquish Indian lands A man known for greatness, and consumed with remorse Was the Lakota chief, Crazy Horse Poverty and illness the whites did bring No longer did the Lakota nation sing No more hope in Wovoka’s prophecies The Lakota nation’s heart did bleed Could not bear to see this done Refused to believe that the whites had won Deeper did his despair grow Could not bear to see it so “Hoka Hey!”, he cried, prepared for war His anger as infectious as an opened sore Indian victory achieved on the “Greasy Grass” Aware that this battle would not be the last History speaks of a tragedy that cannot be denied Of a fallen nation when Crazy Horse died A blood-stained bayonet, his crimson blood did spill forth Gone was the legendary Crazy Horse |