DAPL the mother of all vigils

Can anyone be stronger
Than to sit on sacred ground
Where ancestors have lived and died
And where their souls are found

A simple barbed wire fence
Between the bridge where Tiger Swan
And the law enforcement militarised goons
Are camped all of them don
Their robo cop apparel and their weaponry of war

One might ask what its all about
Armed to the teeth what for?

This is indigenous treaty land
This is sacred soil
Who are they taking blood money from
Protecting the fracked oil
Coming down a black snake
That will open its bowels one day
And contaminate the water source
When everyone will pay

And there she sits a lonely figure
NO DAPL on her back
Its bitterly cold but she is warm
And if you lot attack
The souls of many chiefs will be
Ready to protect

You should really think it through
Be more circumspect

Water is life for you for us
For everyone alive
Whatever prejudice you think you have
If you are, to survive

Big oil is not your friend nor mine
And though you are earning well
If the black shit hits the fan
You too will feel that HELL

So think a while and look at her
She sits there all alone
Suffering the frosts of time
Right through to her bone

The ancestors are with her
Which is more than can be said for you
And as for the glorious corporation
They were never true

They drilled into emotions
And you were quick to hold
Your hands out for their glitter
But it was never gold

These monsters took good men and true
And turned them bad for they
Fired rubber bullets and bean bag rounds
At women in their way