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[aid] => mick
[title] => HEAR MY PRAYER
[time] => 2004-06-02 23:12:22
[hometext] => Most of the witnesses to the true sufferings of the American Indian, are dead now..... Only the Great Spirit of Creation remembers them all. He will not forget the Indian, nor will he forget those that slaughtered them.....Someday he will repay!
[bodytext] =>  "HEAR MY PRAYER" O' Great Spirit hear my prayer. This is "Little Cave Bear" calling you. Caves are my hiding place, from the angry pale face. They have killed my one man. O' Great Spirit, find him if you can. We have no where to go... They kill our Buffalo. Hunt us down like deer. We hide like fawn in fear. O' Great Spirit Mother Earth They take our land, No place to give birth. Our babies die while we run Our papooses are barren. You can find me here O' Great Mother Earth I will live like a bear in a cave. From this place I'll not be taken When pale faces leave. I'll come out only to grieve. Hear my prayer O' Great One What was it we have done? When I was small many moons from this day. My moccasins were happy to walk in our way. Will we be free someday? Please hear my prayer...... This is "Little Cave Bear" talking to you. Created by Lovingcritters June 2, 2004 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  "WHEN THERE WAS WAR" "I did not know then how much was ended. When I look back now from this high hill of my old age, I can still see the butchered woman and children lying heaped and scattered all along the crooked gulch as plain as when I saw them with eyes still young. And I can see that something else died there in the bloody mud, and was buried in the blizzard. A people's dream died there. It was a beautiful dream... the nations hoop is broken, and scattered. There is no center any longer, and the sacred tree is dead. ~Black Elk~ Lakota~ "Buckets of Tears and Blood!" May we never forget............... [comments] => 10 [counter] => 200 [topic] => 39 [informant] => lovingcritters [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
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