The Song of Anguish
Young Hania carries her tiny baby.
Her Nation was forced to relocate.
They had to disassemble their warm Wigwams
and walk away from their Sacred Grounds.
Hundreds of miles, she walks,
holding in her arms, baby called Achachak
for many days. At nights she sleeps on the ground
close to the fire, covered with skins.
Days grow cold, weather is freezing.
Cold and hungry is her son.
Then swift as wolf comes the sickness
and takes the son from her hands.
Should she burry her son among coyotes?
Where should she burry her son,
far away from her Nation’s Sacred Grounds?
She asks Wakan Tanka for help.
Their misery is forceful resettlement.
She asks Elu Wilussit
to save her Nation from madness.
Where should she dig the ground to burry her son?
Her Nation lost its land.
She lost her baby.
Her warrior husband was killed in the fight.
Her despair grows wild.
Copyright © Art Wielgus | Year Posted 2017
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