She lay there for weeks before they found her. Bury her as Jane Doe; send her hands to match for prints and lie about the cause of death to halt investigations you can't miss a bullet hole unless you look the other way
She came to protest, to make her voice heard and fight against corruption tearing up her nation Pine Ridge cover-up. Silence those who don't agree The Bureau's walls still shake when someone says her name
Anna Mae. Her story lives on. The Host World rises to take back what is theirs
Thirty years have passed and this case isn't solved Hidden in a mass of lies, will the truth ever prevail? Buried for the third time and they won't let her rest She's a martyr to the white man, a symbol of resistance
Looking for a scapegoat and pointing fingers back and forth to divert our attention, as they've always done in hope of once again, once again getting away with murdering an innocent and spilling blood across the land
Wounded Knee. Your earth is soiled with the blood of innocents and the powder from our guns
The sands of time are on an endless loop the repeated lies believed as truths Three decades passed, she's now back home three decades passed, her killers never found Justice won't ever be served they'll never get what they deserved It's easier to get away when the ones out looking are your friends
"March, 1976...Sioux elders say the winds always howl when the body of a murder victim is moved. During the traditional wake and funeral given Anna Mae Pictou Aquash the week-end of March 12, 1976, a storm peaked sending 30-mile-per-hour winds blasting across the desolate fields and shaking the rickety Jumping Bull Hall where the wake was being held."Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
