tears at sand creek Tina Poole
Women's and children's screams pierce the air Even though there were no warriors in sight, Still
the white soldiers let their bullets
Not caring
As
that
the Great
Accepts
it
was not
fly,
right.
Mother Earth
their bodies into the ground,
Her tears fill the sky and her cries fly on the wind, While her sadness darkens the sun, no solace could be found.
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