Wounded Knee Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Wounded Knee

Like a hailstorm you came uninvited
and blew the Lakota
off sacred land
Religion, cheap liquor
hunger and disease
spread by those at your command
The battles broke every treaty
our food source attacked
and homes set ablaze
But the only thing you can remember
are the lies that you told
— at the foot of our graves

(Lakota Sorrow: December 29,1890)

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