The Blood Of Crazy Horse
Art & Lyrics
AI generated:
"Custer's Last Stand," also known as the Battle of the Little Bighorn, refers to the disastrous defeat of U.S. Army troops led by Lieutenant Colonel George Armstrong Custer by a coalition of Lakota, Cheyenne, and Arapaho warriors on June 25-26, 1876. The battle took place along the Little Bighorn River in Montana Territory.
Clash of Cultures:
The battle exemplified the clash between the expanding United States and the Native American tribes defending their land.
Custer's Miscalculation:
Custer underestimated the strength and fighting ability of the Native American forces.
Military Defeat:
Custer's troops were overwhelmed, and he and all of his immediate command were killed.
Aftermath:
The battle was a significant victory for the Native Americans but ultimately led to increased military campaigns against them and their confinement to reservations.
Symbolism:
Custer's Last Stand has become a powerful symbol of the conflicts between the U.S. government and Native Americans during westward expansion.
Little Bighorn Battlefield National Monument:
The site of the battle is now a national monument where both Custer's troops and the Native American warriors are commemorated.
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I have attempted several times to put lyrics to this, and for me, all have fallen short, so I have been content to let the silence speak for the dead.
Lyrics:
The Blood Of Crazy Horse JRRothrock 3/10/2025
The Civil War was over… a smoky stench hung in the air…
When brothers cut down brothers… despair is everywhere
Wagons rolling from the wreckage… to seek a new sunrise.
…from under clouds of sorrow… to open, bluer skies.
Where were no walls or ceilings… an iron fist banged at the door…
…what for few is God’s intention… is the devil’s curse for more
With pride and freedom stolen… we now hear the warpath cries
When men can’t live together… one lives… one surely dies
Tribes herded into corners… anger boils, tensions soar
A backlash with no limits … vengeance escalates to war
Thunderheads exploding… tremors rolling on the plains
2000 braves in ambush… spirits rage in desperate pain
Sparks erupt in conflagration... hell on earth is formed
…for three tumultuous hours… a raging people swarmed
Guns, tomahawks, and arrows… in the wake of thunder’s roar…
… not a single heart left beating… the 7th Cavalry was no more.
A day is not forever… and many battles win a war.
A spark burning in the thicket… the forest burns, there is no more
In the end, there was no winner. The dispossessed, in echoes, cry…
“If I can’t live free tomorrow… a good day for me to die.”