Buried, like grains of sand

Under tainted lands, too many

Were left with a face, erased

The trail of tears disappears, you see no trace

A wounded knee, trapped in a time and place

The blood from the massacre fills this space

No reservations, ****** was the case that saw no date

For generations, too many were victims of this hate

Too many children, were displaced

Forced, to embrace boarding schools

Where lessons of pain and anguish

Became the child’s native language

Where Acts of Removal remain blameless

Save the man, **** the native

Still feels like that’s where the white Christian aim is

A truth, that echoes into foreign worlds

From the cries of missing, murdered, women and girls

Sharing the same breath of hope, that turns grains of sand

Into diamonds and pearls