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I am the shrub
trampled by many feet as the
Chiricahua
march
to fight
the White-Eye

I am the dirt
stained red by blood of men
spilled for profit
scalping
trading hair
for gold

I am the river
overflowing
my waters washing on the shore
weighed down by
corpses of
innocent
men

I am the mountain
giving shelter and protection
to those
that have lost all
to the White-Eye

I am the stone
used to kill
lifted high
to strike a man
with
my weight

I am the tree
hiding some
shading others
pierced by
stray arrows

I am the land
given to man to tend
to live in harmony
to share
to give and take freely
to grow upon

I am nature
watching as man fights man
brother fights brother
friend fights friend

I am

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