The Thunder Rolls
A vow of tongue of honor and just
Nature intones of a hope and trust
Deception and doubt turns to lies
Weeping a song as the thunder cries
A call to a path homeward bound
Searching a truth of lost and found
Tenderly she sobs of ancient tales
Beating her song as the thunder wails
A tearful Song sent into the night
A cry to the wind a prayer to the light
A child grows old and a baby cries
A nation is lost before your eyes
Upward she listens to a spirits tones
Pounding a call as the thunder moans
A raining prayer sent into the wind
Breaking a trust is a mortal sin
Subsided tides the brave and the wise
A teardrop trickles in a spirits eyes
A Lonesome ghost drifts upon the land
A Cry to the sky of Custer’s last stand
Legends portrayed of innocent souls
Howls the truth as the thunder rolls
Copyright ©Cindy Bennett1/24/01
Quotes sent to Washington with the Custer's last stand treaty
"I tremble for my country when I remember that God is just."
"I am glad to see you, you are our friends, but I hear that you have come to move us. Tell your people that since the Great Father promised that we should never be removed we have been moved five times. I think you had better put the Indians on wheels and you can run them about wherever you wish."
"Give this pipe of peace to the Great Father. When we give, and another receives a pipe, we regard it the same as when a white man swears on the Bible in court. If they do not speak the truth, evil will happen."
"We are not simply dealing with a poor perishing race; we are dealing with God....We make it our boast that our country is the home of the oppressed of all lands. Dare we forget that there are also those whom we have made homeless..."