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Leonard Peltier

And the criminal trial

Wounded knees

Resisted all the while



Sacred ghosts and blackened hills

The possession of who's land

Was criminal in itself



From the earth

Where each is from

Sheds the light

Of the truth into darkened hearts



Loathe old naked souls

Loathe the guilt of your neighbors

For greed and lust

Cut the throats of those

Who had no other



Blood, red shall

Seep into our eyes

Before their tears will forgive us

And be it who we murdered

To cleanse of our disfavor

From our crimson guilt