I am worried
For my sisters brothers
Carrying tradition heavy
On shoulders sprayed into ice
By angry corporate militia in the guise of
North dakota’s finest
What will happen to
Peaceful prayers confronted
By the dollars invested
By Trump in a ready to leak pipeline
We hold our breaths waiting
For the blood to spill a sacrifice to mammon
And Obama stands at the oval office window
as blood splashes bright red against
Crisp white
snow