The People's Dream of National and Social Liberation will not die - Remember the past to guide the future - Democracy and Class Struggle
Deep in the land
The men sleep
Their bodies lie
In the earth of their land
They lost the day
Between these hills
Their blood dried
On the white snow
The men's blood
On the white snow
Blood on the white snow
The valley is cold
The fire extinguished
The birds flew away
Their song silenced
An eternal dream died here
That's the blood
On the white snow
The men's blood
On the white snow
Blood on the white snow
No cross can be seen
No grave was prepared
Their bodies were abandoned
To lie in peace
They were abandoned
To sleep like this
While the blood remains
On the white snow
The men's blood
On the white snow
Blood on the white snow
The men's blood
On the white snow
Blood on the white snow
"I did not know then how much was ended, When I look back now from this high hill of my old age, I can still see the butchered women and children lying heaped and scattered all along the crooked gulch as plain as when I saw them with eyes still young. And I can see that something else died there in the bloody mud, and was buried in the blizzard. A people's dream died there. It was a beautiful dream... The nation's hoop is broken and scattered. There is no center any longer, and the sacred tree is dead."
Black Elk of the Lakota.
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