We are indian

Beautifully ,sighs played into a stage of lavish sight,as march
springs onward into picture perfect difference,coerced along
notions that bloomed puppet shows into love blown in from
lands where beauty dressed tribes in courage's strength that so
fitted hand to hand.As they would dance,chanting ,raving love
dear to one ,honest to reason,valuing freedom where our people
pray.there through wimps of change winds of silence grew wider
then our pain faltering a eagle high,flooding a buffalos range,from a carcass
to a bend of chance blood smelled of shame as ignorance
played the part of shaded flesh into the hollow..
         Still our people could stand beautifully in elegance and say
when that someone calls you from afar,find them without yelling back
,where are you?Purely mountains clarity whistles as time fades ,fore we dance
through time along the sands praying for rain!We are indian