Crazy Horse
Crazy Horse
Learning early on
not to trust
the lying white-eyes,
Crazy Horse leaps
upon his horse,
bounding off its hind hips
onto its massive back,
bolting away, holding on,
being as one they ride off;
bluecoat’s bullets missing,
leaving a trail of dust,
he escapes this time
to warrior another day,
blessing the spirits
for his freedom.
Yellow lightning bolt
painted on his face,
brave beyond belief
at the Little Big Horn
for his visions told
of his being invincible
that day of the battle.
Great warrior, Protector
of his people, knowing
they are weakened
by hunger and winter,
surrenders for survival.
Despising the white-eyes,
forced to live among them,
trapped one night
within their walls,
bolting for the door,
fighting off many,
he sees his vision
quest at its end,
stabbed by bayonet,
brought down,
by the lying white-eyes.
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