"Eagle of Elders"
The Eagle of Elders takes to flight.
Native Americans once thrived on this great land,
He hears the sound of the Musket as it fires,
This Eagle of Elders will go down and die in human hands,
Author Unknown
Because He is free; He has the right.
High in the mountains this Bird sails,
Overlooking the ancient Indian trails.
It was sacred; not to be owned by man.
His keen eye spots the cherished Tomahawk,
A famed weapon, used when they fought.
He forgets the year and man's new hunting desires.
Long ago He was a God to the people of his nation,
Now he is meat to be killed without any negotiations.
But His soul will live, and his Spirit spread across the lands!
