Wounded Knee

Wounded Knee

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We, the proud, the patriotic

The powerful, God’s chosen people

On God’s chosen land.  In the black heart

It is all lies.  Our success bought and paid

By standing on somebody else’s shoulders.

Every American citizen

Should drive out to Wounded Knee,

Site of our last Battle of Acquisition.

Park in the lay-by, read the billboard.

Don’t hurry. Walk up to the Cemetery.

Contemplate the 1973 Occupation.

Breathe in the harsh, dusty empty.

Stay long enough

To feel the Spirit

Of No Surrender. 

Ah, the gifts we gave.

Useless land.  Alcohol.

Blankets. And lies.

 Slaves had a better deal.

Slaves had value, an All-American price tag.

Worth. Put that in your pipe and smoke it.

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