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
Copyright © William J. Jr. Atfield | Year Posted 2016
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