black angels, the
well i see
you see
you in color
you're not my friend
and you're not my brother
we agree to be enemies
the queen called
and
she wants her land back
i suggest that you do just that
black briefcase
with a silver lining
open it up
look inside see
now we're friends
yes
we're blood brothers
part cherokee and
quarter shawnee
you saw what happened
at wounded knee