Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee - By Tupacfan

Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee

This is for the people, who never made it home,
For those who took shots to the dome,
Heroic bodies of my people, some of them cloned.
America is full of lies and should be disowned.
They are preparing for my people’s grave’s tombs,
They should have left us alone.
Cast me like a petroglyph and let my tears turn to stone.
No apologies for the women and children they have killed,
Even the ones in their mother’s ? ,
Destructing my people at Wounded Knee,
They left their bodies unburied and frozen in the glisten of snow
WAIT! Ya’ll didn’t know?
My people made pleas, and signed treaties,
Some of them stayed and fought, and other’s had flee,
Lies they were being told,
Left hearts frozen cold,
even the old.
The U.S. 7th cavalry army regiment came and slaughtered them all.
A genocide that’s uncalled,
A genocide that occurred to my people and yet I’m suppose to be calm?
Assimilating my people in the name of Jesus,
Just to deceive us,
Enslave us,
And even humiliate us.
This ? has me in disbelief,
I’m shock and in grief.
I must keep from breaking into the story by force,
for if I do, I will find myself with a war club in my hand,
though it has been an eternity.
And from each drop of blood,
Springs up sons and daughters, trees
a mountain of sorrow and songs.

A reservoir of tears fills the Basin Rivers,
Still in dire,
I search for determination for my people’s liberation,
No more starvation, discrimination, or law-less obstruction,
But peace and non existence of resistance of oppression,
power to the people of first Nations.
We were destructed by coloner’s
And colonized by the invaders of white settlers,
In the process of decolonizing I close my eyes
And imagine the struggle of the Palestinians.
In the battle with Israeli’s for their liberation,
The same tactics of colonization to the indigenous
Is foreseen and occurring in the Middle East,
People can’t even sleep,
Missiles being launched in the heart of Gaza,
Killing innocent civilians calling them terrorists,
Yet Israeli is the biggest terror,
Causing horror and fury,
Everyday people grow weary.
Fists clinched in the air shouting “we no fear we still here”
Despite the homes you’ve destroyed,
Families you’ve murdered and displace,
Just to justify your case,
Leaving kids running with ? faces,
Stealing their land for your own wealth,
This too my people felt.

They’ve burned our fine peach orchards,
Just as they are burning your fruits and olive trees,
They’ve lied to conquer what was ours
As settlers settle in the West Bank,
While Israeli is in the mist of trying to create
agreements and treaties to take what’s yours.
They made the Apaches wear metal tags with numbers
Like dogs, causing lack of freedom to travel,
Just as you carry Hawiyya and Israeli soldiers deny you access,
To your own turf,
a disheartening truth that has unraveled.
They might as well expect rivers to run backwards,
As that any human who was born a free human,
Should be contented when penned up and denied liberty
to go where they pleases.
Let us be free,
Free to travel,
Free to stop,
Free to work,
Free to trade where we choose,
Free to choose our own teachers,
Free to follow the religion of their fathers,
Free to think, talk, and act thyself
These words echo beyond context
These words traverse the rivers and plains of North America
And reaches the ocean, to rives, plains and deserts across the globe
These words of oppressed people seeking liberation or the very least
Seeking a decent self determined life,
These words reverberate in my head,
As I think of the occupied Palestinian territories
We share the same struggle and burdens
When I die for the cause of my people, I should be buried at Wounded Knee!



2pacfan 10/19/2010