Geronimo

They can take your body.
Enslave it.
Make it work for others
So you might have food and water.
Make you a slave to your flesh.
They can make you do all of this
Through false promises.
Through fear many succumb.
But they can never take your spirit from
The world from which it comes.
For your spirit
Feeds on passion.
Feeds on conviction.
Needs no space
to show its perfect face.

IT IS A GOOD DAY TO DIE…
an Apache warrior cries.
Thrusting his spirit before body.
Thrusting his lance into enemy.
Running seventy miles a day.
Never knowing which friends will betray.
Legs are the only friends that obey.
To keep on fighting slavery.
To keep alive the raids
From Mexican and Anglo pay.
Stripped from lands of their ancestry.

IT IS A GOOD DAY TO DIE…
To work towards inner peace.
To know no mortgage or lease.
To live on the sacred ground we seek.
Taken from us through deception.
Treaties broken and bounties given
For new bodies to work the mines.
From gold to coal.
From databases to mold.
For the Internet we now toll.
Sedentary legs grow weak and old.
I sit here generations later
In the battle for my soul.