Poem

Tomorrow

"We have wept the blood
of countless ages
as each of us raised high
the lance of hate....
Now let us dry our tears
and learn the dance
and chant of the life cycle
tomorrow dances behind the sun
in sacred promise
of things to come for children
not yet born,
for our is the potential of truly
lasting beauty
born of hope and shaped by deed.
Now let us lay the lance of hate
upon this soil"

-Peter blue cloud

Billard, Jules B., ed. The World of the American Indian. Washington, D.C.: National Geographic  Society, 1993. Print.