| Those who Dreamed Spirit winds.... play the melody as drums beat the rhythm of silenced heartbeats.... Sand Creek... Wounded Knee.... Faceless silent dead Whose screams are never heard..... Another time. Another place.... that never comes...never leaves... always there... Which hearts can hear this? It does not take a designated blood quorum.... Does anyone care? Or does the daily existence of this life silence the heart to sob anymore? Who cares that a woman's breasts were cut off and worn as a ornament to decorate a soldier's hat? Does anyone cry over the death of that breast less dreamer? We have told the stories.... Shared our fires... Given warnings.... And in the silence of the mountains I hear the whispers of the winds... who say....It shall be played again.... No one knows how to light the fires anymore...to warm the spirits... I stand...against the winds...and touch the heart of Grandfather Sky who weeps
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