Majestic

Buffalo roam fenced pastures sharing space with horses and cows no longer looking like majestic beasts

I stop my car to look at them my heart cries to set them free they in turn stare at me

Warriors follow cement trails sharing space with lawyers and priests no longer looking like majestic people

I stop my car to look at them my heart cries to set them free they in turn stare at me

Elders vanish in modern cages sharing space with forgotten people no longer looking like majestic family

My heart cries to set them free my spirit dies more each time they in turn stare at me.