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IN US
In us
the old dark
Indians
reappear
who were
not
wrong
though
chopped
in half
for living
on their
sacred
lands.
In us
the old
dark
Indians
reappear
silent
disclosing
our
massacres
by our
lack
of
trust
silent
unmoved
by
word or
deed
straight
of
back
&
silent
above all
in our
wooden
chairs.
Written by Alice Walker
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