Losing Paha Sapa

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Poem about the Western Sioux losing the Black Hills.

Submitted: May 08, 2016

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Submitted: May 08, 2016



Paha Sapa


Tears decorate the

Head Man’s cheeks. In the wind his

Eagle feather bows.


Born of the Sacred

Lands, Prairie Dwellers struggled

Against the Bluecoats.

Clad in war paint, stone arrows

Killed all invaders. But


Hunger is a gun.

Its warm barrel pressed on

Lakota temples.

Liberty loses to life

Sell or Starve Act strips our Heart.




The Black Hills


Powder River County of the Great Plains;

A land ripe with gold, yet laden with Snakes.

How the savages murder our people;

Americans with dreams of wealth and joy.


Soon we will march upon their villages.

An unarmed savage is the best savage.

Pardon the soldiers. Now sign the treaty.

Agreement of 1877. 

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