To honor the Oneida Warrior

The faces are different, but the cause is the same.

For Old Glory still flies, over the land of the brave.

When the Country called, these Warriors did stand tall.

And upon the battlefield, some did fall.

But in vain they did not fall.

For the honor of their people, was great.

Tough hated by some, victory they did help to be won.

Though fear, did echo in their ears.

They did not show fear nor did they show tears.

But they did strike their foe with fear.

To honor such a great Nation.

There are not enough words.

There are not enough ways.

But to say, well done my great Warriors.

You bring honor to your ways.

As long as I shall live.

My heart will sing.

A song of great praise.

And until the day, when we walk the Great Spirit way.

I shall call you brother as long as there is another sun.

Take these thanks, as around the drums we dance.

In honor of those, who did not come home.

Dear brother! You are not alone.

And someday it will be shown.

The Great Spirit.

Will not leave us alone

©                   7/6/02                   Robert (Standing Eagle Plume) Jacobs