Way Of Life Lost Poem by Dan Benson

Way Of Life Lost



To be separated from the one you love, Is to be separated from peace. Like the great race, From which we engulfed, Its mother, Its bison, Its lease. To lose the creatures, Which once did reside, War, Murder, Genocide. To be separated from the peace you once knew. Please return precious, I feel like I'm Sioux.

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Dan Benson

Dan Benson

Modjeska Canyon, CA, USA
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