Blood in the Yellowstone

There’s something going on in the
Yellowstone;
There’s white men

killing buffalo.

photo by hungrybison

The air smells of blood.

The last wild heard is being rounded up.

Like it was in Dakota,
but there it was men;
Men who were gathered,
Along with the women,
Along with the children.
The air smelled of blood.

There’s something going on in the

Yellowstone;

There’s white men

killing buffalo.

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