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Array ( [sid] => 11874 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => Navajo Massacre [time] => 2003-02-03 01:30:00 [hometext] => Written on 2-2-2003 [bodytext] => Desert winds of Navajo,
Forgotten languages talk of winter,
Needled in the prickly pear,
Talking winds from the Tuscarawas,
Razor nights cut from the past,
Tarnished faces of yellow,
and faces now returned to dust.

Crooked fingers pointing,
To shadows on the ground,
Telling time from the sun,
Ravaging dreams of the past,
Showing the massacres,
with red blood steaming.

The winds of time,
Still carries the past,
And cry of a Navajo child,
Lingers in the sand,
Of the ripening forgotten. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 170 [topic] => 8 [informant] => Wesley_Dale_Willis [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 14 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AmericanTragedy )

Navajo Massacre

Contributed by Wesley_Dale_Willis on Monday, 3rd February 2003 @ 01:30:00 AM in AEST
Topic: AmericanTragedy

Desert winds of Navajo,
Forgotten languages talk of winter,
Needled in the prickly pear,
Talking winds from the Tuscarawas,
Razor nights cut from the past,
Tarnished faces of yellow,
and faces now returned to dust.

Crooked fingers pointing,
To shadows on the ground,
Telling time from the sun,
Ravaging dreams of the past,
Showing the massacres,
with red blood steaming.

The winds of time,
Still carries the past,
And cry of a Navajo child,
Lingers in the sand,
Of the ripening forgotten.

Copyright © Wesley_Dale_Willis ... [ 2003-02-03 01:30:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Navajo Massacre (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Wednesday, 5th February 2003 @ 08:24:19 AM AEST
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oh wesley this is so well done and beautiful, my kids are blackfoot lakota sioux, whos ancestors also suffered, we will never forget..

Re: Navajo Massacre (User Rating: 1 )
by rie on Monday, 16th February 2004 @ 03:13:21 PM AEST
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this is stunning
i am reading bury my heart at wounded knee right now, so this touches me, such attrocities

Re: Navajo Massacre (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 19th February 2004 @ 06:32:46 PM AEST
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The earth ran red with the blood of our Indian ancestors of all tribal nations. Tyranny of the white man at his best. Nothing was sacred to them and our kin are still put on reservations and made to live in squalid conditions with less than adequate schooling and healthcare. I commend you highly for this piece of inspirational work decrying the abominations laid down on the American Indians. Rita

Re: Navajo Massacre (User Rating: 1 )
by Wrybod on Friday, 27th February 2004 @ 08:54:37 AM AEST
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How the West was Won (The true story)

bob

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