Before The CavalryA Poem by Chaos StoneThe Great Hurt continues.Rolling as mists, off the sea Upon the mother, and moving swiftly Spreading like a disease Once proud nations Brought to knee A way of life, succumbed Like a killing spree With blood of the babe Spilt before the cavalry
Rolling like a mighty thunder The very wilderness, torn asunder As tinder, before the flame With nothing left sacred There are none, who feel the shame And we are all to blame
Marching, before the cavalry Onward toward, our misery On trails of, one thousand tears To unseen prisons, upon the land Suffering, the great hurt By religious hands Taming the Indian, to save the man
The sin of the century Forgotten to history The shame of this country A crime against humanity Cleansing ethnicity Before the cavalry
One is left to wonder Whose fate was worse Brave
Tokala - who gave his life Or those who survived To witness, this world And the coming crime © 2015 Chaos Stone |
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1 Review Added on July 31, 2015 Last Updated on July 31, 2015 Tags: Indian, great hurt, cavalry, brave, sacrifice, native, ethnic cleansing, Tokala AuthorChaos StoneWAAboutI'm a self-taught, unpublished speculative literature writer. Oakar and his opponent were evenly matched, their weapons held together fast, metal scraping against metal, shooting sparks with the fo.. more..Writing
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