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The Stolen Hills

January 16, 2012
By Nick Cartwright BRONZE, Mount Prospect, Illinois
Nick Cartwright BRONZE, Mount Prospect, Illinois
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Faces carved in solemn grace,
Distinguished faces etched with pride.
Honor strewn across each face,
Can’t conceal the guilt They hide.

Men of Old with faces white
Cast shadows on the hills They “own”-
On ancient hills as black as night.
It’s darker still among Their stones.

A broken vow and cryptic lies,
A selfish promise of Their gold,
The clever faces’ dim disguise
Robbed a nation of their home.

They stole the very Earth the land-
One thing Their gold could not replace.
And still today each grain of sand
Mourns the presence of each face.

The author's comments:
I was asked to write a poem about injustice,and the greatest example I could come up with, was Mt. Rushmore and the affect it had on the true Native Americans.

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