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Man's Evil Painted Red
Three-hundred bodies shrouded in the snow - stiff symbols of man's evil painted red. Did horror freeze on the faces also of women, men and kids who simply fled? They ran from men outnumbering each one of them and who with mountain guns shot dead the half of them who had no chance to run! Imagine fleeing, filled with so much dread. Two miles some women ran to get away. Unarmed and innocent, they must have pled when found, but troopers shot them anyway. At one dead woman's breast, a child still fed! Some boys who hid were told they would be spared if they'd come forth, but they were circled by a number of cruel soldiers when they dared to show themselves. Those beasts wished them to die. The boys were butchered; then they lay in mud along with their good fathers once so strong, Ravines and hills were running with their blood, and vanished now would be their Ghost Dance song. This happened in my homeland of the free but not so brave, yet twenty medals went to men who took part in that killing spree (said honor given by the government). That cold bleak morning, few of them survived. For white folks, though, a great new century was just ahead, but all the dreams had died for those Lacotas killed at Wounded Knee. For Anthony Biaanco's Guns Contest
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