Sitting Bull Band
in the cool of the morning
i felt her at my window
i let her virus fingers probe my open sores
and just as the pain receded
the shaking overcame me
i felt the empty hollow of who i was before
bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad...........
long fearless arms
extend toward their healers
voices with swords
loom over, talking heads off
drown out the vision, and scoop out the madness
for green forest feelings, turned red blooded wars.
