“Trails of blood drip down” “From a shiny silver knife” “The white man holds” “His face grim” “Reflecting the heart within” His eyes linger moment too long And flicker something appears Anger? Sorrow? Fear? No….Guilt. But he buries it deep Like body he’s buried Under rich dark earth The hunger for gold is strong that stronger For native peoples Whose lands were stolen Treaties broken Pain unspoken