Sitting Bull

Sitting Bull
His life became history,
his words teaching younger generations.
His fight against the white man lasted beyond his own time.
His wisdom relied upon by the red man
for decades. A legend just for standing
his ground, for standing up for his people and what he felt was right.
His soul blessed by the great spirit,
he became an inspiration to all who hear his plight.
His words written by white man
to record his wisdom.
His eyes hid visions of what came to be.
His life ended on a reservation
just because of the blood in his veins.
His land gone, his tribe reduced in number
his pride taken. His heritage stolen
his language forgotten.
For he stood strong and fought for native American rights.
His name revered today, his image appears in more places than some movie stars.
For no matter how long the white man tried to erase his kind, his home his heritage and his
language, all they did was in print his legend, his image his story
and his life on the pages of history.
He is Sitting Bull.......
His fight as real today as it was then....
For he died a caged man....
because of his blood.....