MasacreA Poem by Olive Belikovthis poem is from the point of view of a native american girl who watches as her family and tribe are killed by raging white people she describes as "the men in blue".i stand upon this hill and watch in horror as men in blue coats and guns ride fast twords my villiage. i can see, even from here, the evil in there eyes. my people, my family look up in astonishment as the evil ones break through our camp. i'm running now i need to help. our warriors scatter, frantically grabbing their bows; ready to fight to the death. the women; my mother and sisters grab the little ones. it's caos now, so much blood. the blue men are killing my brothers, my father. they shoot holes through the men i love. I'm here now, but i dont know what to do. the sound of screams fill my head. there tearing apart my home, riping down our camp, smashing our belongings. there killing everybody even the women, the children- and we cant stop them. these blue men have no mercy, i doubt a soul lives in any one of them. it's a masacre surrounding me. i watch as my best friend falls under the feet of an evil mans horse, his eyes some how hold victory. i turn to see my love tumble from his noble stead as a lead ball is shot through his chest. i want to run to him, to save him, but the bodies between us grow to great. by my feet, the ax of a fallen soldier lays. i reach down numbly and grasp it in my hands; the handle is staind with red. i think faintly of the time my father showed me how to hold it, how to thow it with perfect accuracy. but this - this maddness was never taught. a blue man looks at me, his eyes alight with hate. he raises his gun, a smile spreading across his face. i dont run, i dont fight, for i'd rather die and go with my family than stay here, in a world i now know holds men so evil. and with that i close my eyes and take my last breath, as a man in blue murders me cold. © 2011 Olive BelikovReviews
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9 Reviews Added on September 11, 2011 Last Updated on September 11, 2011 AuthorOlive BelikovMTAboutI am a daughter, a sister, a grand-daughter, a niece, a cousin, a friend. I am a partner, a student, a young girl, and a grown woman. I am confident and scared, terrified and excited. I am loving and .. more..Writing
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