I’ve had my Black Elk moment at age 47.
The tree of my people is on fire!
I am dressed in red,
all my prayers have been said
and it seems we are doomed to fall.
The masters of war
on the eve of destruction
playing with their battle toys!
The masters of war
on the eve of destruction
boys will be boys.
That’s a Bob Dylan and a PF Sloan tune.
Our lessons have not been learned.
My folk music ways, are dying today
and it seems they are going to brand us all.
With hell fire like we have never seen!
My, my generation knows not of Japan!
Who against who, in this media zoo?
This land was never our land.
