A man on a horse

I know how much the indigenous
Love their horses, so
To ride his into the battlefield
Says what I wish to know
Remember the man in front of the tank
In Beijing well I saw
That man again in America
Taking on the law

The affection was a quality
Tempered and inborn
This was not of the moment
In both cases their dawn
Awakened all who saw them
The responsiveness we felt
Utter understanding
The right cards had been dealt
B
The robo cops the armoured cars
The standoff bold and true
A lone rider on his thoroughbred
Knows what he must do
We feel his intense love affair
With the land and with the soil
With the river and the water of life
And with the toil

500 years of slavery
Of land given and taken away
Boarding schools and reservations
And uranium it did pay
On his heart and his warriors hearts
And all the hearts that knew
What successive Anerican governments
Were prepared to do

It all came back the thunder
Of it shattering our ears
The indigenous their prayer sticks
And of course their fears
But one man took it upon himself
To ride out there and be
Facing the curious onslaught
Of the cops that he could see

Stationed just a way from him
Ready to attack
There was no rhyme or reason
But they all enjoyed a whack
At innocent protectors
Brainwashed arses they
Were decked out in their armour
And going to make all pay

But he was not a martyr
More a soldier of the cause
His valour it was obvious
With no reason to pause
He stood his ground
He eyed them
And would have fought them well
One against an army
And that army from Hell