Black Hills National Park, South Dakota For Crazy Horse Mountain
"They made us many promises, more than I can remember, but they never kept but one: they promised to take our land and they took it." - Red Cloud Took it all, outright and utterly without a single apology. Still now there lies no solemn token statement etched on Rushmore's granite mall. We are not sorry. Mythologies Are written by the victor, by ones who steal the keys to Zion. In ways histories of other lands were taught, we made it so On these bright peaks; bloody shadows soaked through grass Where words were broken; cliffs blasted clean for sideshow Roadway amusement. We know. With archetypical morass Lecherous amnesia spins us blind; such tornadoes are confined Mostly to North America. How fit. How right these faces past Who spouted liberty, fed avarice under tables, once designed Colossal, here rest belittled by his epic jaw, emerging steadfast, Powerful, from sacred mountain stone, forever pointing home - This land's true hero, by untaught trespassers unknown. ~CRH May 2012 Note: Feel free to share my work with others but please make sure to use my name if you do.