Nov. 9, 2016
In a few days, we'll no longer remain. The dust from our bones will mix with the earth and our prayers. I can no longer see the smoke from our camp, I no longer hear the women singing, and the buffalo are gone. All that's left is the howl of a lone coyotte. The white man's medicine is stronger than us: his guns and railroads are stronger than we are. We're like birds with a broken wing, are eye sight is failing, my heart beat is fading, and I am old.
The White men came in with their "superior" ways of living from things such as transportation and fire arms. Yet, they didn't notice the beauty of the Cheyenne lifestyle. While it may seem that their ways are inferior to the white man's, in actuallity, they are stronger. They live off the land and let the earth supply their energy. The enjoy the simplicity of songs floating through the camp or smoke from the tent. Why didn't the white man allow the bird to heal it's wing so it could once again soar? Instead, they left the animal for dead, destroying the bird's nest in the forest, and taking the bird's eggs.
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