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Wounded knee.. December 29 1890....125 years ago today

The icy wind blows through the trees
The Lakota tribe brought to its knees
Red stained snow marks the shame
No one left to take the blame
History of a settlement marked in blood
Euphemized for the common good
In all of time the land defiled
with the spilled blood of a native child
In Washington the politicians sleep
But I know why the willow trees weep

AUTHORS NOTES

Wounded KneeĀ (December 29 Ā 1890)

The day was icy cold as winter gripped

The Lakota Sioux were on their reservation

The division of the 7th cavalry

arrived to disarm the tribe

the weapons were handed over

in general compliance to the order

An older tribesman was deaf

he did not understand

and refused to give up his rifle

insisting he paid much money for it.

In the altercation his rifle was discharged

The cavalry started firing indiscriminately

at the mostly unarmed Lakota

the few remaining armed tribesmen

were quickly suppressed

men women and children

were killed and wounded

Blood covered snow

strewn with bodies

was the final scene

in all at least

150 men, women and children

of the Lakota tribe lay massacred

some state the number to 300

The bodies of the Lakota

were buried in a mass grave

later twenty cavalrymen of the 7th

were awarded the Medal of Honor

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Devon La Porte

A tragic and very sad truth which I did not know the actual details of what ensued this battle of wounded knee. A very good and informative write Jude. I enjoyed reading thank you.

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