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[2015] It Takes Two To Ghost Dance

         
I've traveled this trail of tears  
so many times before        
always ending with a crying shaman  
left behind holding the bag  
waving a white flag    
   
Here I am, not as lawman, just a layman        
giving you a taste of your own medicine        
Man, do you hear what I'm sayin'?        
when I say that        
         
Apache servers make for poor spirit horses        
charging flaming buffalo wing style across       
battlefield littered with bull shitters impaled  
by their own disdain dipped arrows scrolled  
dulled keyboard warrior knives they wield        
         
while you fancy yourself a Sitting Bull  
with a flowing, feathered, black mane        
on forum carpet bombing runs  
with a host of grenade renegades     
parading the pain of expired decades      
in tipped over tee-pee discourse        
voice hoarse from course correcting    
wrong way history        
               
Once strong, Five Hundred Nations  
became divided, collided with Fate  
no longer within their conscious control  
now remnants with revenants haunting  
ragtag generations to this very day  
fashioning clay of impressionable soul        
         
Talking about you        
He With Ego Burning Like Sun          
turning your war painted cheek to the One        
becoming numb, blind, deaf to His song          
donning a hand me down headdress        
conning yourself, perpetuating, prolonging        
The Long Darkness        
         
Grasping, stretching, reaching for you        
the shadowy fingers of the Wendigo        
Vision of blood splattering across the snow        
lingers        
If only you would to let go        
If only you could        
         
empty your heart of contempt    
for the White Man in fixation  
upon an unsettled score        
Spins 'round, Government entity  
nothin more than a revolving door        
Dead and buried in the ground        
masters and their minions  
who committed atrocity     
overlooked in your ignorance        
head preoccupied with chants        
so oblivious to the obvious        
         
It takes two to Ghost Dance        
         
It takes two to Ghost Dance        
         
It takes two to Ghost Dance        
         
It only takes one to Hate        
         
A state of mind        
   
Fate        
commiserate with your own kind        
   
Live out your days on reservation        
Dumb, deaf and blind        
in larger paradise Great Spirit designed    



Written by JohnnyBlaze
Published | Edited 11th Aug 2020
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