Knot
Grandma, great Earth,
Forgive me, am guilty.
Yesterday, tied a knot
On a bag, in it cobs,
Corn skin and greens.
Grandma, I know well,
Was your food, I waisted,
Threw them in the garbage.
Feel like two brothers,
Cornered, raised in a Reserve.
Men stabbed and murdered,
Embarrassed their nations!
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