A red man's arrow,
A white man's gun.
The warriors' cries have now begun.
Red men on horses,
White men on feet.
In the air is an imminent defeat.
Wives lose spouses,
Mothers lose sons.
The smiles and laughter flee and run.
The rain pours down,
So do the tears.
As blood dyes the ground,
Family hearts filled with fear.
The ground is wet from blood and tears.
But soon, each soul sees the sun.
There is no smoke, the sky is clear,
Each red and white soul cries "The war is done."
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