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Acoma Pueblo
Acoma Pueblo 

My city of stone
My people I cry for you
I looked into our land
Nothing remains
broken hope of years.
You did toil the soil,
your life was grand.
But what could you do,
the waters ran away from you?
Where did those clouds roll?
Not here, you, my people cried
It hurt...

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Categories: acoma, native american, world, people,
Form: Free verse

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