Resist Division - Western Winds

Ghost Dance

I lived my days upon this land
Of sky and grain below
The air was clean the ground was green
This place we called our home
In noble ways and cosmic plays
In ethics we did hold
That wisdom was our fortune here
In this place we called our home
In this place we called our home

Pale faced vagrants brought Christ
Disease and calumny
With promises of peace
Livelihood and solidarity

Bastard sons on stallion's backs
I smell their muskets burn
Make your peace and hold your ground
There sounds the battle horn

Reason lies in war and coin
All they hide is death
And gifts of genocide

Sacrilegious wrote the pages
Of your holy scorn
But all the while the bodies pile
We ask you now what for

Reason lies in war and coin
All they hide is death
And gifts of genocide

Reason lies in war and coin
All they hide is death
And gifts of genocide

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Writer(s): Anthony Sanchez
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