Buffalo Man 

Buffalo man, where have you gone?

I see your head shine on my nickel.

A five cent trophy, your scalp in my hand,

your river has slowed to a trickle.

      You’re not there anywhere that I look.

      You’re page was torn from my history book.

      Buffalo man, where have you gone?

Buffalo man, those few who still stand,

I see the sky dance off your nickel.

I sit here flippin’ your memory,

some promises leave you so little. 

      I looked around but found only a trace.

      My uncle erased you then minted your face.

      Buffalo man, where have you gone?

                            Where have you gone?

We forever tamed you with guns and disease.

I sit here flippin’ your memory.

Buffalo man, you’re here in my hand.

Your feather hangs proud on my nickel.

A five cent footnote to genocide,

my uncle was greedy and fickle.

      I heard that your numbers were strong near Des Moines.

      Now I’m left little, except for your coin.

      Buffalo man, where have you gone?

                            Where have you gone?