There are lands sacred
Where one cannot escape
The spirit of humanity lost
Where souls were deposited
Souls lingering
Souls rumbling truth
Beneath the ground
Circling trees
Pacing pathways
Mists in the air
Nudging us toward the evidence
Their souls were deceived
Their life blood devalued
Their every day pinched
Those sacred grounds
Are eternal
Even when the evidence is forgotten
Even when the evidence is buried
Even when the evidence is passe.
Listen to those souls
Acknowledge the truth revealed
Speak of it
Until consciences are shaken.
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