Poetry By Chuck

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Back before country
Back before modern times
Silhouetted in the desert
Along a ridge line

A brave Indian conferred with his god
Just one last time
This raw  sweat soaked savage
Has murder in his mind

They've taken my country
They're trespassing on  my land
They've raped my women and killed my kids
And today I'll make a stand

It's wide open before him
He sees in the distance their dust
And there rises a plume of anger
Crusted over with disgust

He could see the women and children
He could see the old and the young
He planned his attack carefully
He planned to spare none

Striking terror in the hearts of their people
No mercy, no hesitation, can he find
He attacked in the daylight
Striking them down in their prime

The eagle flies the horizon
The sun shines on his hands
Blood dries, birds rise
Vultures land

His blood was on fire
With a murderous lust
Now it cools and he remembers
How he acted and how he fussed

He realizes scalps are ugly
He decides it was not fun
Killing, murdering, raping
Using a knife and a gun

He looks for the eagle
His eyes scan the land
Now he has only ugly memories
Without interference from his glands
 

Author notes

Take yourself back to the mind of a Native American who's home has been burned and family killed.  

What is he thinking?  What will he do?  How can he possibly fight against such odds?   Perhaps he will fight ... perhaps not.

There are Savages on both sides of every conflict.   Some worse then others.

I really liked wishintreeUK~~ (Katie)'s comments.  She is Native American

and a real promoter of her culture in both art and poetry.


Written December 19th, 2003

Comments


Je Suis Prete
December 16, 2005
  • An interesting piece. Full of anger. Sara
  • JM Kenyon silver member
    May 27, 2004
    This is such a passionate write and something that I feel very strongly about, The Natives did nothing wrong but to have lived many generations upon very valuable land before the European settlers invaded the peace to gain prosperity. They enforced the same discrimitaory things onto the Native Americans as they had left the European countries to escape. History is sad, since it doesnotseem as if humanity learns fromtheirmistakes, there is aleays another race or religion to pay dire, high costs for survival.

    A fabulous write and best of wishes as well...~genielassie~

  • wishintreeUK
    January 5, 2004
    This is first class chuck!!!! these two stanzas I read with intrestA brave Indian conferred with his god
    Just one last time
    This raw sweat soaked savage
    Has murder in his mind

    They've taken my country
    They're trespassing on my land
    They've raped my women and killed my kids
    And today I'll make a stand
  •  it was just like reading part of Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee,
  • I loved how you ended your write
  • He realizes scalps are ugly
    He decides it was not fun
    Killing, murdering, raping
    Using a knife and a gun

    He looks for the eagle
    His eyes scan the land
    Now he has only memories
    Without interference from his glands
  • a well written, historical account.. thoroughly enjoyed reading this, will look for more... ~~wishintreeUK~~ (Katie)

 

 

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