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Chris Henrikson | From the Fire

My ancestors came to me Between the seams of sweat lodge dreams With a request for healing Hearts muffled & torn by dead silence born From horrors too big to face Seeking grace on sacred ground Paved with false promises   My ancestors came to me To claim responsibility For the rape and enslavement of millions Of one, your son Who was once elder, chief, healer Of a tribe that […]

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