But you can never Change their heart
Without destroying their culture forever
DLW
WARRIOR SONG
Look to the sun,moon and sky
This is where all our answers lie
Words spoken meanings often misread
Upon this Plane I live
I am the lonewolf alone that fights
Until uselessness surrounds all
For what is this life
To say,to do,and to die
Words spoken before battle
We light the fires of injustice that remain
I will not be restrained
Life of the warrior is all I will ever know
Until all enemies lie at my feet
And their heads rest upon my spear
I look into the sky
As forefathers before me
Who is to say I live or die
But only at my own choosing
So Great spirit is this a good day to die
BY David L.Walker � 8/26/96
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Standing on a mountain looking into valleys below
Streams feeding vegetation
Rocky hillsides soaking up sun from another day
Coolness of the night resides after setting sun
Clouds gather for a storm
Pitch blackness of the sky
Lightning bolts that burst through the night
Soaking rain from a desert sky
Glancing out over a bank of clouds
Forming shapes impossible to read
Hear the hissing of the rocks
Being cooled off after a hot day
Finding large indentation in the rocks
Opening to a dark and foreboding cave
Stepping in for a extended stay
Praying any large animals have gone away
Lightning lights up the cave
Walls seem to come alive
civilizations of so long ago
Native americans who worshipped
Sun moon and the sky
Slowly although mezmerized I fall asleep
Dream of my people so long ago
When this was their land
Questions why they left is so hard to understand
Upon waking The light slowly fills
Realizing this is just one hill
To the many levels above
Where my people lived and loved
Climbing upon rocks to levels above
Discover the answers for the people who walked here before
Hundreds of bone scattered remains war items still hang
Site of a great massacre only the wall is left
To tell of a peoples last days on earth
And the painful slaughter of Home family and life
While the calvary marched on
BY David L.Walker � 1-7-98
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Out of the shadows they decend
Echoes of footsteps upon cobblestones
They reach out with deaths own hand
Blood stains the cobblestone
Only to drain in small pools
They search amoung your body
Finding nothing but a empty wallet
A few credit cards,family pictures
Whom you will never see again
So alas this is the price
For a wrong turn in life
Soon a body is found
Another crime
The Police will never solve
Him being a family man
Of no social importance
No press coverage, No fanfare
No political speaches of failure
Just a small funeral
In another part of town
A wife in grief,children without a father
All for the sake of a few credit cards
And the needle tracks upon their arms
Written By David L.Walker � 1-19-97
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Hear the piper from far away
Sound of his lonesome song
Where deep in woods he walks alone
His sad heart adds to his soft tone
Single thoughts upon his mind
Cloud his reason within his time
His sound lies upon the windblown breeze
His sweetness echoes through the trees
Slowly night begins to fall
On his knees
Wishes upon a falling star
Speaks of love words no one will hear
He exists only in shadows of dreams
Sometime quietly late at night
When stars shine so very bright
You can hear the pipers song
Echoeing through the land
So sad to spend eternity alone
No one of his kindred left
To hear his sad song
By David L.Walker � 6-22-2000
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SENSELESS DEATH
Walking down a empty street
Eyes peering out of the darkness
Another victim walks slowly
Toward death