Profound Observations
Stately totems of the proudest tribe,
not as sleek as the evergreen pine...
the blood of the Sioux flows,
the carnage is a terrible loss.
Corps sprawled as harvested corn husks
that grew on prairies beneath huge rocks....
hear the wailing of violated women,
and the loud cry of hungry children.
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2011
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