Sand Creek

Sand Creek;

the truth dances like a ghost,

a mighty wind whispering through
the silence of the night;

who will hear the voices?

who will right the wrong?

it is hard to love,

when so much injustice abounds,

hard to forgive,

when innocent blood runs

across stolen ground;

dirty little secrets,

too horrific to be true,

deep dark memories of which

no one speaks;

you can never escape the past,

it follows you like a shadow,

softly surrounding you like a glove,

slowly becoming a part of who you are,

silently determining what you become;

all the treachery and cowardice revealed,

their souls laid bare, the self-made bravado

and false heroics silently exposed,

sons of murderers, daughters of liars

and thieves, descendants of swine,

a little lower than dogs,

somewhat less than human;

without honor,

without dignity,

without hope;

their homes built upon hypocrisy and greed,

their tongues filled with misconceptions and lies,

their legacy standing like a wavering deck of cards,

waiting to crash down upon their guilt-ridden heads;

Sand Creek remembers.

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