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Tasunka Witko

The greatest of men
  he bled the truth,
  his wounds for all to share

A symbol relived
  a life unspoiled,
  courage all too rare

The towering hawk
  the thundering storm,
  hailstones mark the way

A moment in time
  a vision embraced
   -his name the children pray

(Plane From Detroit: August 21, 2018)  


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