That is so Wonderful!
Smoke circled within the birch bark shelter,
a tiny mouth suckled upon his mothers’ breast,
born in a world without fear in a world that
would one day disappear.
Innocent, he grew into a man, a warrior, riding
into battle with only a “coupe stick” the blood
of another had never stained his hands, until he
taught how to kill by those who called him
friend from a far away land.
The once peaceful coupe sticks of war soon lay
rotting below the ground, principles, and the
right to freedom within gone, the lands where
they were born became the white man’s home.
Driven to desert broken spirits would never mend,
no longer peaceful warriors they lived with scars on
their souls as well as their skin.
Mother’s eyes cried invisible tears, aching breast
and arms mourned for dead babies that would
not be forgotten by the passing of the…
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