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For thousands of years they walked these plains,
Before the ships brought chains and pain.
Driven from the sacred hunting grounds,
Forced onto barren Oklahoma soil
Osage Reservation, a velvet cage,
But something deep was sleeping underneath the rage.
They lost their way, they were almost gone,
But the old ones still remembered how to fight on.
Then the black gold rose from the ground!
Headrights shining like a deadly crown.
Richest people walking on this earth,
We were shining, we were winning what a worth!
But the Killers of the Flower Moon walked first…
Greed was waiting on the loom…
Chief Bigheart played the white man’s game,
Wrote the law so the oil stayed in the tribe’s name.
Mollie Kyle in her fine beads and car,
Fell for Ernest Burkhart like a falling star.
He smiled so sweet, called her his queen,
While the shadows gathered behind the scene.
Black gold rose from the ground!
Headrights shining like a deadly crown.
Richest people walking on this earth,
We were shining… till the Killers of the Flower Moon brought hurt.
Greed was waiting on the loom,
Weaving blood into the family room…
One by one her sisters left this world,
Poison in the sugar, shots in the night unfurled.
Mother, aunts, and cousins in the grave,
Headrights passing to the killers they had wed.
Ernest at the table, loving husband by day,
Killing her family while she slowly faded away.
This is the Reign of Terror, 1921 to ’26,
Two dozen Osage souls gone in unmarked pits.
J. Edgar Hoover finally sent his men,
But the money kept flowing the silence never ends.
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