Sitting Bull Poem by S.D. TIWARI

He loved them
the Sioux tribes and the land
he would fight all, to defend

He was a brave
he would die for own people
but save interest of Sioux

He was a hero
led the several wars parties
always chased back enemies

He had the power
to kill even the big bull
to fight the bigger battles

He was the leader
of his people Sioux tribes
Hunkpapa Lakota Sioux

He had craze
to fight large American forces
at one time defeated them

He was holy man
had vision foresaw victory
yet preferred peace treaty

Americans broke
the treaty of peace for gold
wanted to capture Sioux lands

He was a warrior
defeated Americans
embarrassing their forces

Americans force
doubled to take control of
Native American tribes

Brave Sitting Bull
didn’t abide to give away
defence of his land and culture


He was shot dead
when refused to comply with
terms of confrontation

Lakota family
exhumed his body and brought
South Dakota, his own land

Hero Sitting Bull
is sleeping now in peace at
Mobridge, his birthplace

Twenty eight cent stamp
of the America
bears image of his honour