In the Shadows of Wounded Knee
Coming upon…
Morose shabby hovelled homes
Heat scorched children playing
Sun bleached innocence
Resolve slowly evaporating
In the arid wasteland heat of
The badlands of Wounded Knee
Brilliant pallid…
Laundry whites on outside lines
A broken spirit of surrender
Sun blanched innocence
The tribal elders sullen smiles
Kilned into perfections ersatz in
The fires of Wounded Knee
Night elapses…
Reprieve called for in the Anepe
Under the stifling desert heat
Sun burned innocence
Dry fields lay across this wasteland
Only the proud Sioux spirit endures in
The shadows of Wounded Knee
Copyright © Charles Fuller | Year Posted 2007
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