| Remembrance |
[29 Dec 2004|04:43pm] |
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee, in the ground,
Near a stream, under a tree.
Take my soul up to fly, with those who
Fought that day to die.
Upon the ground there were rivers of red,
Washing away the souls of the dead.
Upon the ground scattered bodies lay,
Souls chained to Mother Earth until judgment day.
A phantom eagle soars over thee,
Screaming the tale of wounded knee.
You will never see him but will hear his sound,
Crying for the souls chained to the ground.
All will remember come judgment day,
For the souls of the chained will fly away.
-Buffalo Woman
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| VOTE! |
[02 Nov 2004|02:36pm] |
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[01 Nov 2004|01:07pm] |
Shepard Fairey
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