The casket was filled with rust
old from centuries accumulated
silver, gold, diamonds, copper, iron
The riches of men, giants, elves
long dead, past prime, legends dust
and caskets, made for death
Golden leaves piled upon you now
as summer dies, and autumn
encroaches in silent and death
Dreams long past forgotten
covered in mist, in frayed ribbon
cracked broken swords on shields
Test me, offer me life's question
search my spirit, my soul mind
Absolution be my bed, my grave.
rpleith
October 2014
From the Dakota Perspective look through my eyes as the Dakota Nation is alive and well. There is still much to do. The United States must face an international indictment for reparations for crimes against the Dakota First Nation Oyate/Tiwahe. This must happen in the International Court of Crimes.
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