Cries From the Wilderness

The sunset palette of the evening ends the day with wounded men in blood splayed fields drenched in suffering upon our land from anger could that such an evening welcome beauty and bliss with peaceful intentions not the turbulent rumblings of our enemies souls as we lay scattered, hungry and weary on our own ancient lands trying to forget, thankful for another breath wishing it were not so we find no purpose in destruction then to stay alive here at Wounded Knee crying with our memories, screaming at our dreams praying for our ancestors to save us in this our hour of need Please, Great Father, When does it end? Must we perish from Mother Earth before they are satisfied Will they ever be satisfied? Must they have it all? Will our cries in the wilderness be heard? 5/16/20 Contest Action Adventure