the morning sky was filled with sounds of gunfire
as the sun sat low and watched
the light dimmed in three men’s eyes
due to the tension in the reservation air
as the vultures circled above

over the span of weeks
a manhunt ensued
and an innocent man would be sentenced to life times two
for crimes he didn’t commit

and the eagle flies high above the painted mesas
and the coyote howls at the moon
sorrow hangs in lakota skies
in the midst of the wounded knee occupation
justice wasn’t given it’s due

no amount of evidence to the contrary
his appeals are ignored and turned away
he wasn’t even there that day
but no matter the alibis they can’t beat down the lies
and set good old leonard free

the government are corrupt liars
and set mr peltier up
with falsified evidence and coerced testimonies
let him waste away in florida
because they couldn’t keep him silent

the coyote howls at the moon
the owl lady waits by the sky road
where the hunting grounds are good
iktomi couldn’t spin a more wicked web
than the one the government did

free leonard peltier
don’t let him die in jail
justice should be had
before it’s too late
haven’t we done enough to the native americans