Wounded Knee
Wounded Knee
Through an early fog vague human figures formed
Grey against the orange light of dawn
In fluttering feathers and tattered skins
They stood, green and verdant lands resting in their eyes and in their hands
And about their feet the deserted winds blew desert sands
A dust of ages passed
Tore their peace from silent mouths
And blood and massacre
Betrayed the promises they held
And the whistling desert sands still have not learnt
To halt their rampage
While through Eurasian Caucasian civilization
Extinction sweeps ever closer
Lost forever the very last lesson
Gone forever a spirit of symbiotic integrity
Balanced so precariously
Progress walks with Wounded Knee
So silent is the rape
Through veins of mineral, political and religious carnage
While “Manifest Destiny” continues its murder for the sake of money
All bound and tied to the twenty first century
And progress walks with Wounded Knee
The white dream has swallowed humanity
And grown to marvel and to shackle
Through the mire of disillusion, desperation and boredom
Nothing but entertainment offers deliverance
Sucked to the marrow in the search of mystery
And mourned now are the ghosts of history
Ignorance a foot hold
Contempt a foundation
Greed the cement to build the walls
Stupidity the bricks to raise it high
Cruelty the merciless slate of excuse
The pursuit of pleasure has forgotten
And repudiated any connection
To the North American Indian
Death and capitalism are now the only reality
And civilization and progress walk into the future with Wounded Knee
Am I then this product of this history
These deserted ghosts of time
May have saved us from this destiny
I walk now with the cohorts of the blind, I walk with Wounded Knee
Copyright © Colin Mitchell Williams | Year Posted 2008
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