wounded knee

Over 300 men, woman, and children killed
A child still suckling
From a dead mother breast
Killed in cold blood
They even killed their own
They still blame us
How could that be?
They disarmed us
Took everything but our spirit
A simple argument over a weapon
With a man of child-like mind
Led to an unjust slaughter
Of innocent peoples
Running for their lives
Hiding in indents in the canyon
Watching their brothers fall
Eyes open mouths gaping
Blood pooling on the
Cold frozen ground