Black Hills

I will not visit
The four faces defacing
The Sacred Rock
For they took gold and pride
Left only poverty and misery
All this to show for
White man's tourism

I will not buy
Multi-colored precious gold
Known only to the
Sacred Grounds
Of the long forgotten
Sioux Nation

I will not encourage
American pride to slap
Faces of my Ancestors
My family, my home

I will not blame
My poor heritage
On lack of transportation
To the white man's bank,
Where the greedy no-good deed,
A million-dollar deal, awaits
Untouched still, to this day
In these black, black hills

I will not forget
My last life, my lost life
My Chief's smile�
In the good, simple, sacred
Forgotten days of old ways
Before the white man came
To blacken our hills

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