There used to be the Buffalo on  high grassy plains, storming across the prairie like torrential rains
There used to be the beaver, the wolf and bear
Now there are few, now They are rare
There used to be drums, There used to be dance, there used to be a people that had a fighting chance

Now there is nothing left for them
Their tribes have been raped
A lost lost people with no hope or pity, no goodness sake

How would We feel with our souls, our homes cast into flames?
After what I saw today, I must cry
SHAME!!

SHAME!

They are a forgotten people, taken for granted and spurned
They watched as their heritage was spit on and burned

A newly discovered country the scholars do cheer
What about the people that were already here?

What I saw today made me feel guilty, who is to blame?

Not wanting to be too political (hard not to do right now in the States), but this was so fitting. If all the people who are ‘gods’ would simply drive, themselves not in the limo, through the shitty part of town, and there are tons in D.C., well…maybe that wouldn’t do any good either. They would actually have to get out and talk with the people, from the car they would just past judgment, and hope they don’t break down. The people in charge of so much have no clue what is really needed, what is wanted (reasonably, we all want to be ‘Rock stars’ or so Nickleback says), and where money really needs to go…and if they are Christian, the result of their actions, good or bad, seen, don’t know…
I guess for me it just feels so hopeless. I try not to get mired down in it, but…