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Black Hawks and White Eagles
Black Hawk the war chief, took a warrior’s flight
Rising to his tribesmen’s call to fight
On the River of the rocks
Men in ferries on the docks
Battles raged, soldiers gathered forces
Axes and war paint, galloping horses
A once proud hawk, no longer to soar
freedom was chained, not seen any more
This all done certainly for Gaines
The War Chief’s heart consumed with pains
Shackled, Chained, Paraded by his host ,
Taken for a ride to see the East coast
Black Hawk feather’s weathered the rain
freedom still fluttered through out his each vein
For cities of steel and battleships on the sea,
Black Hawk saw what wouldn't be.
Taken a back and spirit destroyed to the core:
“You know the cause of our making war.”
“It is known to all white men.”
Black Hawk sighed then spoke again
“ They ought to be ashamed of it"
The Sauk peoples would never quit.
And the greatest pride they ever saw
was leveled by the machine man’s jaw
plain’s destroyed and forests turned clearing
smoke and fire, wars all gearing
Black hawk the bold, the War Chief true
emulates eternity from his bronze statue
there he is slipping,, barely hanging on
Forever in Oregon, spirit not gone
a monument of him, yet not him is set
Pride of his people,
-The Sauk Valley's regret
