Osage Spirits' Requiem

In shadows cast by history's cruel hand,
The Osage spirits, a silenced band.
Their whispers linger on ancestral grounds,
Where sorrow's echo hauntingly resounds.

A tale unfolds of a massacre untold,
Where innocence and culture clash and fold.
Through the prairie winds, a somber cry,
For lives lost beneath a blood-stained sky.

The dance of leaves, a mournful waltz,
As ancient trees remember the assaults.
Rivers weep for each stolen breath,
Injustice etched on the face of death.

Yet, in the silence, resilience blooms,
Osage spirits rise from ancestral tombs.
A requiem sung in nature's embrace,
For a people's spirit, no time can erase.