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Wounded Knee 1973

Roaring-Roaring
The Buffalo comes
Their hooves pound loudly
Thundering-Thundering
The hunt is on
My heart pounds loudly
Thundering-Thundering
My breath escapes me
My pony races the wind
The roar is deafening
Thundering-Thundering
The earth is shaking
The chase overwhelms me
I am screaming!
My voice is lost in the roar
Thundering-Thundering
I throw my lance
And it finds its mark
The Buffalo, my brother, must die
So my people may live
I am a hunter
I am Lakota!

The morning sun streaks across the sky, reflecting off the white walls of the old church. Inside bronzed men stir awake from a restless sleep. Their dreams of glory leave them.

They guard a small village near a creek where Crazy Horse is buried. Another day at the siege of Wounded Knee has begun.

© Richard L. DuMont October 16, 2007