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
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