Never Die

CheyenneDogSoldier
Thunder rolled,
On the horizon,
Like buffalo,
Chased by Cheyenne.

Lightning streaked,
Across the sky,
Like white man,
Chasing the Cheyenne.

Rivers rose,
Around the plains,
Like white settlers,
Lying to the Cheyenne,

Eagles fly
High in the sky,
Like the Cheyenne,
Who never die.

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