The peaceful Ghost Dance started by by desparate Indians hoping for freedom, from the the greedy white man and his government caught on and was adopted by many tribes which frightened the US government that an uprising was in the making which was brought to an abrut end in the slaughter at Wounded Knee I have collected several renditions:
“I did not know then how much was ended. When I look back now from this high hill of my old age, I can still see the butchered women and children lying heaped and scattered along the crooked gulch as plain as when I saw them with eyes still young. And I can see that something else died there in the bloody mud, and was buried in the blizzard. A people’s dream died there. It was a beautiful dream...
The nation’s hoop is broken and scattered. There is no center any longer, and the sacred tree is dead.”
Black Elk