Stirrups

Thunder of the earth beneath their feet
Dust cloud follows their lead
Sound of gunfire above their heads
Spurs demanding more speed
How much further to go
How long until they rest
How much longer is the test

Ride into the sunset
Different heroes on their backs
They come and go — never given
Opportunity to relax

Not concerned about the color of the flag
Or the message that we speak
Not concerned about the clothes we wear
Or the treasures that we seek

Ride into the sunset
Different heroes sing their songs
Alone they search for freedom
Together we ride on

Gallop off to ride against their own
We want them there to see
What we do to our fellow kind
In the name of greed
It’s all been done before
Is there nothing more…