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From west-to-east they daubed the plains with dark
          The groans of horns and hooves to shake the earth
               All grass and grounds that thus did bear their mark
     And naught would be their doom if meant for worth

Brave men with skin burned red did cull for strength
          With skill and bows, though not to waste one piece
               Yet they nor prey could know what would be wrought
     By those with hides more white, and sacks to fleece

Those men from 'cross the sea killed with no cause
          And all that filled their gaze was raped and marred
               Not once through all the waste did they give pause
     Nor stop to dress the wounds of what they'd scarred

Not long, to teach those beasts and men of red ...
          The pall and price of greed, so cold ... and dead.





~ 7th Place ~  in the "Because It's A Tuesday 140 - 140 Sonnet Cash Prize" Poetry Contest, William Kekaula, Judge & Sponsor.

* Syllables = 10/line, 140 total, words = 140 total, counted at HowManySyllables.com. *

( "Tatonka" is the Native American word for buffalo or bison )

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