Listen, can you hear? There are voices speaking but no one there They call out in the night pleading...for justice for their lives have been stolen without a fight They bled along the unpaved street while they stumbled dragging their injured feet They raised their arms in defeat praying for redemption and and their lives to keep Their pleas were futile - supplications scorned mocked and discarded - poor injured souls |
MASSACRE AT THE RESERVATION |
| ALL RIGHTS RESERVED 2005 |
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| -gloria martinez alcozer |