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Twisted History the Rape of the Plains People

just another historical injustice that reinforces the shame I so often feel for my own species

                                                                          Having finally managed
                                                                                      to remove
                                                                          the sharpest of jagged
                                                                                   shards from
                                                                         distant high mountains
                                                                                  and carrying
                                                                          them home with him ..
                                                                      He made fire in a hollow
                                                                              with dry weeds
                                                                       and the leaves he took
                                                                                 from some
                                                                     faraway forest which lies
                                                                                somewhere
                                                                       beyond the great grey
                                                                              tumbling river ..
                                                                    Then he burnt both sage
                                                                               and saffron
                                                                    to heal and to colour his
                                                                         rage and his anger ..
                                                                     In the wake of the rape
                                                                              of his people
                                                                     and all those whom he
                                                                                   loved
                                                                    and the land he revered ..
                                                                               Then later,
                                                                    in silence he fashioned
                                                                                so many
                                                                 straight arrows from flint
                                                                                 he had
                                                                stored and hid in his tepee ..
                                                                               The rest
                                                               is now history albeit twisted ..
                                                                             Yet before
                                                             they eventually crucified him,
                                                                           they all said 
                                                             it was a massacre and called
                                                                          him a savage ..

 

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Lorna

Hi Neville, 
They should use the word humanity differently when looking at what us humans do and have done to each other  throughout history 
great piece 
Lorna x

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Neville

You are not wrong Lorna .. in which case you must be write .. and I thank you most kindly my friend .. Neville x

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Marion

This is written with such clarity and beauty also Nev, and just like the kids we send off to war and then lament with such sincerity only to send different kids a generation or two later...the American Indian along with all other lost cultures and tribes will one day, I suspect, be given their own
'poppy days' or a version of...and revered with such sincerity as we realise the loss of more mysterious, magical.and spiritual peoples....even as we are killing off more. Man is insane. X

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Neville

Thanks our M .. I know, I could bang on about the great injustices of this world throughout history forever .. but who is really interested these days eh .. too many wrapped up in their own little world to give a fig for anyone else either living, or dead .. and any way, you banged my drum for me chuck ta for that .. Neville x

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Marion

I honestly think it's not that they don't care...it's just that Joe blogs really doesn't have time to think...it is the nature of power to keep we minions working too hard and too long for barely enough to get by on. Deep thinking can only really be achieved with its friend time by its side Nev, if we as a species really want to change things we would, I believe, need to rewrite our entire power structures and distribution of wealth...maybe then millions of  'Joe blogs' would have the time to really think and also action their thoughts in a meaningful way...hugs X

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