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The Ghost Dance

The Ghost Dance The spirit of hopeful salvation. A shirt of impenetrable protection. White man’s bullets, deep penetration, killing hundreds with insatiable aggression. Wounded Knee, becoming a place for destruction of spirt, of body, of women and children, compunction never to become a part of white man’s conscious compassion as he steals, plunders, rapes, pillages, kills with self-satisfaction Today, hundreds of years later, First Nations battle white man’s gratification for the lands left the Land Owners, who were just care givers, never their possession. B. J. “A” 2 November 2nd 2016

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Date: 10/14/2017 11:03:00 AM
In the end, I believe, it will be these same people who will save this old planet. Not for we who've brought it to the very brink of destruction but for the earth itself. There is sentience and spirit in the ones who inhabit the land. It will be fore them as well.
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Date: 11/2/2016 9:17:00 PM
Never have a people been so horribly treated on this continent (N. America). It is a shame and yet they make such little noise about what their ancestor's bore. Your poem is truth and truth is beauty for it is spiritual. I enjoyed the read ... CayCay
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William J. Jr. Atfield
Date: 11/3/2016 12:49:00 PM
Thank you CayCay Jennings for stopping by and for your heart felt comments. “ Never have a people been so horribly treated on this continent (N. America). ” is so true my Dear, but not only here on this continent – South America, Australia, Africa and many more indigenous peoples have suffered the same fate. “ It is a shame ” it is, it is CayCay, “ and yet they make such little noise about what their ancestor's bore ” but you cannot say this, for hundreds of years their voices cried out !!!, only to be carried on white man’s winds into the abyss of the white man’s, the powers that be, unconscionable, conscienceless, consciousness . Thank you again CayCay for your compassionate comments “ Your poem is truth and truth is beauty for it is spiritual ” and “ I enjoyed the read ... ”. for it makes my continued efforts worthwhile, especially when the likes of you find merit in my stuff . B. J. “ A ” 2 ( Bill . )