Wounded

Don't bury memories at Wounded Knee that legacy is an ingrained part of history and workers prize should never have been slavery. How many new tribes came the English, the Irish, the European rain to this country of Americana fame. Freedom, hope and dreams of change obsessed and blinded us with gain to take away, imprison the land we chained. Somewhere deep in the darkness of the heart is forgotten reasons that set for new starts and reason and dreams became mere farce. In self centered endeavors stolen land, life, a history un-measured on the books and truths severed. Don't bury me, erasing who I was and what I did each soul sought only to live and in my sorrow, yes, I do the past forgive.