When the course of history has been told
Let these truths here carved be known:
Conscience dictates civilizations live
And duty ours to place before the world,
A chronicle which will long endure.
for like all things under us and beyond
inevitably we must pass into oblivion.
this land of refuge to the stranger
was ours for countless eons before:
civilizations majestic and mighty.
our gifts were many which we shared
and gratitude for them was known.
but later, given my oppressed ones
were murder, rape and sanguine war.
looking east from whence invaders came,
greedy usurpers of our heritage.
for us the past is in our hearts,
the future never to be fulfilled.
to you i give this granite epic
for your descendants to always know-
"my lands are where my dead lie buried."
Korczak Ziolkowski, Sculptor
CRAZY HORSE MEMORIAL, Black Hills, SD
(Poem to be carved on mountain in letters three feet high)