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United States Atomic Energy Commission
Written in regards to all the mining that went on throughout the 1980's and is still going on in our Native Reservations.
Hundreds of mines
Still sit open
To wind and air
Indians must be expendable
Unlike these toxins
That won't go away
We still hear those miners
Sent to their deaths
© Melissa Fry Beasley
Melissa Fry Bealsey is a Cherokee Poet, Writer, Advocate, and Activist from Oklahoma. She is proud to have red dirt running through her veins. You can find her work in print and online. Visit her site, The Bee's Knees
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