When herds of buffaloes were hunted down With no accounts to kill by the white males Strolling on horses and trailers Cultivating along the Oregon Trial - At the ridges of cliffs - Feather headed men glaring wide Tracing the death of the buffaloes' traffic Once feed on the grasses of this Oregon Trial - Ahead, two white buffaloes Standing in the middle of the golden harvested rice field Perceiving the killed and the killers In the afternoon rain dancer - Measuring in the blazing sun high in The sky, the dreaded holler of an Eagle Shouting for the shame of the White men's slaughtering below - Targeting at the two white Fang Juliet and Romeo, Minds started to fantasized And Muscles untied, loosing the Killers' open fired fingers to die - As for a white guy, Treason was calculated because of the Unmovable and Paralyzed legs that has altered nature's phases - The vulnerable wheels spinning off Causing the white men to pay the lost of the Many death of nature's life banned on this wheat trial - The death of white males traveling along this ill road Blamed the Indians for the massacre that approached - Where the single road Sometime is haunted with whispers of gun powders - And Indians dancing shower calling for the herds To travel in a no enemy land To bring forth seeds, crops, and greener plants - As for the two white buffaloes, They still carried on The truth soul of an ancient culture Once cultivated everywhere on this Evergreen land and That is the Haunted Territory of America in the plains -
Reason for writing:
to the men whom slaughtered buffaloes for no reason
Birth sign: Scorpio
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