The sound of the drum has ceased to be!
The sound of our drum has ceased to be - like so many stories and promises made. What was sealed with blood has bound no man or country. I see the eagle above my head, I see the earth under foot, I see the blood and tears that have been shed.
The silver chain is broken..though each year we polish it bright. The days of meaning have long since passed into time like the faces of our ancestors. We call upon the spirits but they to lay sleeping in the bosom of the earth!
Arise and march for for us o'spirits...the time has come to renew your people and place them back as the keepers of your earth!
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