The year of indigenous people, nineteen ninety-three,
Still we are struggling to be free.
Government money for our reservations getting lost in the political confusion,
Telling us we're receiving it through their mixed-up delusions.
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'We will continue praying through our painful cries.' Yes, it impresses …
A compelling write, my friend. This is truly a black mark on our history and one of our greatest travesty's. You might find a couple of my poems interesting: 'First Americans'and 'The Dust Of Long Ago' Thanks Richard