History's Mirror of Warning
Ice-forged kin of the north, hear the ancient refrain,
Prairie ghosts rising through melting domain.
Black Hills betrayed where the buffalo cried,
Sacred vows shattered as white greed applied.
Endless empire marched o'er treaty-scarred plain,
Nations confined in the dust and the chain.
Shattered Ice and Stone
History's mirror of warning, to the fjord-born tribes,
Greed always returns, they shatter what scribes.
From Lone Wolf's lament to your Arctic domain,
Plenary fists hide the plunder's old stain.
Hands off our birthright, from fjord to the sea,
They never want eyes on greed's past decree!
Medicine Lodge fraud, stolen lands torn apart,
Dawes Act daggers straight to the heart.
Trail of '72 stormed the capital's gate,
Twenty points blazing against broken fate.
Tariffs howl like wolves at your door once more,
Minerals tempt where wild winds still roar.
Ice-forged stand tall where old empires fell,
Greed circles back, but your tales we retell.
Shattered Ice and Stone
History's mirror of warning, to the fjord-born tribes,
Greed always returns, they shatter what scribes.
From Lone Wolf's lament to your Arctic domain,
Plenary fists hide the plunder's old stain.
Hands off our birthright, from fjord to the sea,
They never want eyes on greed's past decree!
Trail of Tears to kayaks cast adrift wide,
Prairie and ice kin share the same tide.
White lies seized shores they swore to defend,
Reservations shrank as the hunger won't end.
Hunting grounds lost to the railroad's vein,
Fjords now eyed in greed's cold reign.
Melting Ice, The Greed Reborn
Tears from the past, warn
Ice melts fast, baring the rare earth ore,
Like Black Hills gold calling empire for more.
Tariffs lash, threats dissolve like the floes,
Plenary power where the north wind still blows.
Climate's thaw unveils what treaties concealed,
Fjord-born face the storm greed long wielded.
North wind hunters with Sioux and the Cree,
Trail of broken oaths calls from history.
Greed always returns to the people it craves,
They smash the mirror, bury old broken graves.
No sale, no force, no coerced decree,
Self-rule rises fierce, sovereign and free.
To the fjord-born tribes, see greed's circling truth,
From endless white lies springs resistance's new youth.
They never want you to gaze at the past,
But history warns—make the cycle your last.
Sovereign forever, your winds will not fail,
Shatter their mirror, let the people prevail.
DrummerDave26
