Ancient Wound
if heaven's rain drops, and God's tear drops
mix to fall
upon the petroglyph
of a desolate canyon wall,
out where the rock runs red
from ancient blood shed,
would anyone stop to see
this great shame of eternity
that is still flowing
throughout Indian reservations...
all across a hurting nation
poem by Smoky Hoss
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