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Wounded Knee


Like a hailstorm you came uninvited

and blew the Lakota

off sacred land

Religion, cheap liquor

hunger and disease

spread by those at your command

The battles broke every treaty

our food source attacked

and homes set ablaze

But the only thing you can remember

are the lies that you told

— at the foot of our graves

 

(Lakota Sorrow: December 29, 1890) 

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