Deep down in South Dakota
The land with rolling hills
The dense forests and granite peaks
Became a distant memory for us
It was not a destiny, but a curse fell upon us
The legacy marked with a tragic conclusion
End of the chapter marked by the final curtain
They called it closing the American frontier
The event signified the eventual displacement
We became numbers, and our lives had no value
We failed to resist American encroachment
It became the endgame for us
Finally, we became history
It was the end of the traditional Native American way of life
The final act was performed with profound sorrow and loss
The erosion of culture and traditions
Had to face the forced confinement to reservations
With the spiritual and cultural devastation
We became the victims of the Wounded Knee Massacre
You might miss me for sure
I shall not be there for you
It's the final resting place for us
Our spirits were left at Wounded Knee
That serves as a somber resting place
The land with rolling hills
The dense forests and granite peaks
Became a distant memory for us
It was not a destiny, but a curse fell upon us
The legacy marked with a tragic conclusion
End of the chapter marked by the final curtain
They called it closing the American frontier
The event signified the eventual displacement
We became numbers, and our lives had no value
We failed to resist American encroachment
It became the endgame for us
Finally, we became history
It was the end of the traditional Native American way of life
The final act was performed with profound sorrow and loss
The erosion of culture and traditions
Had to face the forced confinement to reservations
With the spiritual and cultural devastation
We became the victims of the Wounded Knee Massacre
You might miss me for sure
I shall not be there for you
It's the final resting place for us
Our spirits were left at Wounded Knee
That serves as a somber resting place
by Ruwan M Jayatunge
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