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Cheyenne mother you are so weary and tired,
But today your job demanded you're fired.
And so, you onlook that you must provide for,
The reservation is just as a torn sore.
You look onward to better outcomes,
For instance what your baby boy becomes.
It is easy to say everything is alright,
But for you cheyenne mother you must hold tight.
Do not weep and mourn,
Our new nation is soon to be born.
Through the struggle and resistance,
Our sons and daughters will go that extra distance.
© 2016 David Walks Along
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