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The Spirit Mother Earth Upon the great mesa, he stood Tears are filling the basin below He sees that man has done no good destroyed what he use to know Many sorrowed voices fly on the wind saddened for indignities they cry at the sight of the sky warriors now but skeletons where they lie He walks in silent suffering at the fate of Mother earth and cries again to the creator how can I show my self worth? I have allowed my brother the bear mighty soul to this land and the great herds of buffalo to be taken, can you understand? And now I stand here before you but a weak kindred spirit to my earthly home Oh great creator, where will you take my eternal flame when my human form is outgrown? TEA BV 5-12-00 |
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