Native American Ghost Dancer

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In a circle they stood, their feet on the ground,
The Native American Ghost Dancer's round.
Their bodies swaying to a rhythm so pure,
Their spirits rising, their hearts to allure.
The beat of the drum, a sound so divine,
A call to the spirits, a moment in time.
Their movements graceful, their steps so light,
A dance of freedom, a vision so bright.
Their faces painted, their feathers aflow,
A sacred ritual, a story to show.
Their ancestors watching, from the spirit realm,
A connection to the past, a sacred helm.
The Ghost Dance, a prayer for peace,
A hope for the future, a promise to cease,
The violence and oppression, of the white man's hand,
And reclaim their culture, their sacred land.
In a circle they danced, their souls set free,
The Native American Ghost Dancer's glee.
Their voices chanting, a song so grand,
A dance of healing, a bond with the land.