BUFFALO POEM


THE WHITE BUFFALO YOUNG CALF LADY….

 

There was a Tribe of Native American Indians who were living,

Along the Oregon Coast were they have survived since the first day of Mankind!

But they had something much different,

In the sands that laid in the Ocean Tides!

And as the sands were covered in Gold,

The Siletz Native American Indians did not care about it in their lives!

 

But the British governments and the Illuminati,

They were pirates who like to fight!

And all they did for a living,

Was to rape and to kill in life!

And as they got drunk from the blood they were drinking,

When they killed the children who were alive!

But the British governments and the Illuminati,

Were the Terrorist in Colonial Times!

 

But the most important thing the thieves were looking for,

While they were stealing and killing in life!

They were out for the Gold and the Silver,

Which were very valuable in their lives!

And as they dressed up their queen and king,

From all of the things they have stolen in life!

The queen and the king had the blood on their hands,

From the adults and the children who were murdered in life!

 

But the Illuminati soldiers stumbled onto Gold Beach,

And there was gold in the sands and the Ocean Tides!

For there was so much gold in the sands,

They only wanted to kill the Native American Indian Tribe!

But they had a heart to let them live,

And marched them up the Oregon Coast Line!

But 5000 Siletz Native American Indians died traveling,

While they had no blankets to keep them alive!

 

But after traveling for 5 months,

They were forced on some land to survive!

And they were given around 3000 acres,

But that was not enough land for them to survive!

Though the first Harvest of the that first season,

The Siletz Tribe knew they could survive!

 

But a Witch of not of that Tribe’s Nationality,

Came onto their Reservation and wanted to dine!

But the Witch told the ones who were living,

I will come back in 3 nights!

And we’ll cook up all of what you have harvested for the winter,

For the next 3 nights of our lives!

 

So the Witch returned to the Native American Indians village,

And there was only one family who invited the Witch inside!

And the family dined with the Witch,

For the 3 nights of their lives!

And once the Harvest for the winter season was eaten,

To keep the family alive during the winter months!

The Witch lite up a pipe,

And past it around to everyone!

 

And once the pipe was finished,

The Witch told a story to everyone!

And the Witch told the story,

About the 4 skins that took the land away the Native ones!

Then she told a story about the White Buffalo Young Calf Lady,

And when it turns the 4 skins that have stolen the land from everyone!

She said that day when the While Buffalo will be born and change 4 colors,

Then the 4 skins will be removed back from where they came from!

 

Then the Witch ran out the door,

She tripped in front of everyone’s eyes!

And when she got back up running,

She turned into a Black Buffalo in front of the Tribe!

But the Black Buffalo tripped again,

And when she got back up running again!

She had turned into a Brown Buffalo,

But she tripped and fell down again!

And when the Witch got back and she was running,

It was a Yellow Buffalo running from the Tribe!

But when the Yellow Buffalo tripped again,

A White Buffalo appeared before the Tribe’s eyes!

 

The Siletz Tribe family never saw the White Buffalo Young Calf Lady again,

But the family has the pipe to remember what happened in their lives!

And each year they celebrate,

About the White Buffalo Young Calf Lady who came into their lives!

And as each year they do remember,

Each year they eat what they have harvested in life!

Knowing one day the White Buffalo will be born,

And take away the 4 skins from their lives….

 

 

WRITTEN BY, I, ON, 6/5/2014 9:54:PM 

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