Dakota Diaspora

Empty walls speak and ghosts dance
Stories of long ago stream
Prairie Winds of our soul
Proud stories of blood and courage

Bright lights beckon us from afar
The impetuous and spirited leave
The lifeblood of progeny
A new tomorrow afar in golden lands

Prairies grey and hemorrhage
Doors swing in the wind
Testaments of our past stand forlorn
Harkening to a better time

Lifeless ribbons of grey in grass
Empty temples of life it once held
The wind cries out a mournful tune
Searching for its children