the medicine man.

The medicine man holds

his headdress, feathers

falling on the floor.

 

His people loosing

their wings, their hope.

Their freedom is gone.

 

He pulls it on, resting on

his hairline. His mouth sets,

two lines steady.

 

Opening the door, he

stands strong. They will never

take his freedom away.

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