Tecumseh

 

Tecumseh By Ian Rring

Born under meteor showers, in 1768,
He was raised witness to, imperial ways,
And many horrors, from an early age,
So soon Tecumseh, had a war to wage.

But he was truly, a peaceful man inside,
Never tolerating, torture in his prisons,
And he tried endlessly, to compromise,
With Henry Harrison’s, Governorship.

So save us soon, Tecumseh,
For we all need you now,
Come back and lead us out,
From under darkened clouds.
Come back soon, Tecumseh.
Come back soon, Tecumseh.

Known as Crouching Panther, or shooting star,
He had a plan in mind, for an Indian Clan accord,
And he traveled four years, calling for unity afar,
Saying sticks were stronger, when tied together,

And he believed that, Native Americans,
Were all children of, the same parents,
And all owned the land, in common,
So selling it individually, was invalid.

And everytime he prepared, to speak aloud,
Crowds swiftly grew soft, in profound silence,
As if the Old Indian Spirit, Waashaa Monetoo,
Was communicating to them, through him now.

And when Big Warrior’s doubt, was plain,
That the Great Monetoo had sent, Tecumseh,
The Chief stamped his foot, and fell a town,
Just to prove his mission, was preordained.

But despite being, a great Orator,
And reluctantly donning, the mantle of warrior,
He couldn’t overcome, his dissenters,
Or his Prophet brother, disobeying his orders.

Then Harrison took, Tippencanoe,
And Tenskwatawa, lost favour, too,
By falsely prophesizing, immunity,
Against the advance of the enemy.

And in the end, Tecumseh died defending Canada,
Alongside the fleeing British, against Americans,
Who outnumbered them down, to the final ends,
And outgunned them against, every last, tribal plan.

And Tecumseh said ….

So live your life, that the fear of death, can never enter your heart.
Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their views, and
Demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life,
Beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and
Its purpose in the service of your people.
Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.
Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend,
Even a stranger, when in a lonely place. Show respect to all people and
Bow to none. When you arise in the morning, give thanks for the food and
For the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks,
The fault lies only in yourself. Abuse no one and nothing,
For abuse turns the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision.
When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts
Are filled with fear of death, so that when their time comes
They weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again
In a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.

By Tecumseh & Ian Rring

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