University of Nevada Las Vegas - Epilogue Yearbook (Las Vegas, NV)

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i am an indian my name is morning sun my blood is red and true my children are golden brown and hair like a horses mane bay red, black stallion i am an indian my brothers are the sons of america my sons are the ways of nature my people are the good rich soil of this land the great plains and the corn fields prairie for their graveyard i am an indian and the buffalo are the bread of my table rain the Iove-fed breast milk of my mother nature but love like regret sorrow and pity came too late did little good i am an indian tired and hungry, broken i am AN INDIAN my tears are the tears of ages Bulls 113

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The Civilized tA travesty, he said teasingly. Your majesty, she said pleasingly. A tragedy, he said pleadingly. Have faith in me, they heard sneeringlyJ It's an uptight, slight morality That leads us to the fray And once we are committed, All you can do is pray. Now. just choose a victim Follow it to the end. When it soars, you soar along, When it bends, you bend. Feel the care man blood thirst oozing, Like snakes uncoiling, freed? Like hurricanes just spinning, Like the sprouting of a seed? Can you hear the cosmic whispers, The power of witchcraft chants? It's the force behind our politics. The rhythm of our dance. Its in the roar of engines, Doing unnatural acts Like piling stone ten stories high Clicking, transmitting facts. You can hear Shakespeare's witches Cackling at our tricks They prophesy a dismal day When we burn our world like sticks. Dale Mead

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'Xi - P y! A F I know I don't love you It's much too soon for anything like that It's strange though I think of you often I see you and say hi Nothing more, if that. But this feeling in me is you. I know I want you Oh, you'll move on one day Or I'll go away A heartache for awhile. I want you now Tomorrow might never come I'll wait till tomorrow if you ask Next week if I must but dont ask Me to wait anymore When something is born it must be fed. I'm only a man Nothing more You're a woman And to be yourself is all I ask Give this new life a chance to grow And flourish If it must die, it will But don't sell us short Be mine for a day A month A year But be mine now And let me be yours. Jim Farnham