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Mar 2021
The Black Hills are crying,
our Mother forsaken

Enemy boot prints
where moccasins claim

To live just to die
in noble futility

All drums beat in silence
β€”He Sapa in shame

(Pine Ridge South Dakota: July, 2019)
Kurt Philip Behm
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