Posted by on Jan 14, 2013 in Featured, News

January 9, 1879 Northern Cheyenne Breakout Run by Cinnamon Spear

January 9, 1879

My ears have heard the stories

Cheyenne spirit knows the pain

 

Forced removal from homelands

Government-imposed imprisonment

 

I do not want to see blood

Spilt about this agency.

If you send your soldiers,

First let me get a distance away.

 

No spinning in a single ray of sunlight for warmth

No scraping frost off windows for water

No eating leather moccasins for food

 

Melodic voices fill locked wooden barracks

Suicide songs

Our Journey Song

Freeze, starve, die imprisoned or fight

In the middle of the night

Stars witness dark escape

 

Run. Don’t look. Don’t stop. Run home.

 

Glass shatters

Windows birth women, children, babies

Trained not to cry

Rifles sound

Fresh blood, white snow

Death on a doorstep

 

Fleeing for the future

Each footprint etches freedom

 

Lovers cornered, almost captured

You shall not be taken south!

As he plunges knife

Into wife’s chest

Headshot

Both saved from surrender

 

Children hide in the Last Hole

For

All were shot

Point-blank

Youngest: 2 years old

 

As you read this history

My heart beats this history

 

And as you walk this earth

We walk this hurt

 

Please remember

We will never forget

 

Cinnamon Spear Copyright 2011