On This Hill

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On this hill
we sat and told stories
unabashed in our nakedness
our elders drinking and laughing

On this hill
we sat in our innocence
thinking we were alone in the world
we saw the pale skinned man
alight from the waters
we beheld the white man's first coming

This same hill
we ran to
when we first heard
the boom of the gun
here we buried our dead
with much gnashing of teeth

Our hill is no more
our innocence gone
our young ones carted away
our elders sighing and mumbling
our hill is no more

Here on this hill
lies the story of our ancestors
the story left untold
Posted by Gracee

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