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Were once covered in tumeric and sparkling gold
Lying awake through the night, saddened and cold
Nightmares churning with the stories untold
No where to go, No one to see,
Is this a mystery or a misery?
Thoughts unfurling as you see her on the road
Arms filled with a waning child and a barss bowl
Clinging on with legs weakened by hunger of a four year old
A sight so mind numbing it bores holes deep down in the soul
No where to go, No one to see,
Is this a mystery or a misery?
So much could become of her tainted beauty
Such potential could be found in the cubicle next to me
Torn and broken down by circumstances' charity
Yet mourning out loud is only used as a means for a meager livelihood
No where to go, No one to see,
Is this a mystery or a misery?
I praise you, O women of infinite strength
A smile still seeps through each painful moment
Testing me with the courage to have the same sentiment
Cherishing each and every gift God sent.
No where to go, No one to see
Your life is an inspirational masterpiece.

The genocide of Native Americans by European colonizers is one of the darkest chapters of the world history. Scientists estimate that from 2 to 15 million Indians had been the victim of genocide during the entire period of colonization. But the colonialists destroyed not only people; they tried to destroy identity, culture of Native Americans. Native Americans are locked in reservations now. They are deprived of any prospect of full-fledged development. They are suffering from extreme poverty, unemployment and diseases.