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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 © | Year Posted 2008




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Date: 3/10/2009 11:03:00 AM
Colin, truly we are on the same page when it comes to the Native Americans. My boyfriend is part Cherokee and part Chickosaw (spelling?). He inspired me to write "Trail of Tears." Was Wounded Knee the site of Custer's last stand? Love your poetry -- all of it! Carolyn
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Date: 10/15/2008 10:34:00 AM
Awesome write here, Colin. I couldn't even finish the book ... cried too much ... this write would be Narrative in form ... go to the Home Page and look on your left under "Resources" and there is a section called Forms of Poetry. I've learned so much here and believe me, there is a lot to learn ... LOL ... I think probably 90% of my writes have been Free Verse. Llike you, I often mix rhyme with no-rhyme so, Free Verse works. Glad you're here and open to learn!!
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Date: 10/14/2008 5:48:00 PM
A Beautiful tribute.Bravo!Lacy,
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