A Historic Event
In the heart of my heart
I cry for you
in the harbor of my despair
I feel your emptiness
a land once yours was lost
stolen by men whose hearts were cold
and whose greed and hate knew no bounds
Prisoners on the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation
where nothing lived
only impoverished people
Once proud warriors who traveled the plains
moving with the winds of freedom
whose tears have fallen upon sacred ground
to be swallowed by the Earth
stripped of your pride
stripped of your guns
A people lost in the wicked transition of time
kept like cattle, treated like dogs
Lonely the empty eyes of the Lakota
when the looked towards the sun
on a Winter December morning
seeing soldiers approaching
in the dim lit shade of sunrise
heavily armed on horseback
dragging four Hotchkiss guns
bringing death to two hundred and fifty
unarmed Lakota men women and children
on the frozen creek bed at Wounded Knee
where cruelity brought its bloody coat from Hell
When it was over vultures picked at the frozen flesh
left to rot in the cold like so much garbage
Twenty soldiers received the medal of honor
for duty above and beyond
for this massacre of innocence
Wounded Knee Massacre
December 29 1890
South Dakota
250 Lakota Souix massacred
by the 7th Calvery
Hotchkiss gun-gatling gun
9/19/20 contest A Historic Event
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