MY WOMAN.

My woman keeps me very warm,
During the long cold winter nights,
She whispers special words to me
To make me feel just right.
She knows those secret places
That can make me feel so weak,
As she strokes them with her hands
For she doesn’t have to speak.
Her body then becomes a vision,
That is only meant for me to see,
As she allows her hot supple body
To become totally entwined with me.
It is at that very moment
When in my mind only we exist,
As I lose myself inside her loving
For I am drowning within her bliss.
She will take me to the places
That only the Great Spirit should know
As she fills me with her loving
From my head down to my toes.
My woman keeps me very warm,
During the long cold winter nights,
For she knows just what to do,
To make me feel just right.  

Shunkepi Nunpi
January 2003

THE WAGONS COME.

I stood alone upon a butte,
As I watched the wagons come,
I spied the soldiers dressed in blue,
With cannon and with gun.  

So now the push has started,
Upon these lands of mine,
And the breaking of the treaty,
Does not deter them from this crime.

I will not allow them,
To come and settle where they will.
For whatever the white man sees,
In short time he has to kill.

It makes my heart feel heavy,
To have to consider this thought,
But I will not allow one soldier,
To begin building another fort.  

This land will always be my land,
And you are not wanted here,
We will fight you now and forever,
To keep what we hold dear.  

Shunkepi Nunpi
February 2003

LOOKING BACK.

I want to list some names,
Of warriors that have passed,
Who died fighting the white man,
And who refused to eat just grass.

Tatanka Iyotanka and Tashunka Witko,
Fought the men in blue,
And they died to save our nation,
Because it was the noble thing to do.  

Big Foot and his tiny band
Were slaughtered in the snow,
While they flew the flag of peace
For they had no where else to go.

And hundreds of their brothers
Were shot down in their prime,
For in the eyes of the U.S. Government
This was not seen as a crime.  

We were hounded, we were hunted
All in the name of greed,
Our women they were slaughtered
So that our people would not breed.

Our children were taken from us
And sent to a distant place,
For under the white man’s laws
We were not part of the Human Race.  

Shunkepi Nunpi
February 2003

DEATH.

I was on a journey home,
When Death it came to me,
So I sat down by a river,
Beneath the shade of a willow tree.  

The setting sun was like my life,
For both had reached there end,
And I have no fear of death you see,
For to me he is like a friend.  

So the circle of my life,
From birth to death has come,
And I will shine no more tonight,
Just like the setting sun.  

Now in the growing darkness,
As I lay me down to die,
I feel my life has been completed,
And there are no questions why?  

Oh then let my spirit rise,
Just like the coming dawn,
And always think of me in life,
For there is no need to mourn.  

Shunkepi Nunpi
February 2003