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The Tear
By Bill
Maultaup, Winona, MN
The great spirit
shed a tear that day,
As the doomed
Santee were led away.
Their death chants
hung on the winter breeze,
As bystanders
watched with gleeful ease.
Songs still sung
by men so proud.
While the hangman
readied many a shroud.
Up the steps to
the platform high,
Their eyes lifted
to the noonday sky.
Never again in
this world to see their sons and wives,
When the ropes of
help snuffed their lives.
The spirit watched
as mothers, wives and daughters wept,
While the people
of the valleys and plains were swept.
They had fought
the fight for equality,
For promised
payment and commodity.
Their lands were
taken, their food was nil,
As traders
produced a dishonest bill.
We offer apologies
for our ancestor's deeds,
And extend a
helping hand for future needs.
Yes, the great
spirit shed a tear that winter day,
As thirty eight
brave Dakota were led away.
Decated with great
admiration to the people of the Dakota Nation By the
Multhaup family!
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