L Milton Hankins Poet Rhyme

Bloody Footprints

Across the barren plains
The sounds of silence I recall
Aftermath of fierce fighting
This was no Indian love call,
Moans of proud nations vying
No manifest destiny for all
An uneducated public convinced
Savages, worthy only of dying,
The national shame now haunts
Us. Slaughter of the innocents
While they protected their own
Let’s not erase their footprints.

Written October 28, 2022

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Terry Miller October 29, 2022 at 2:37 AM While we wrapped them in Smallpox infected blankets, well said, well written, Milton L Milton Hankins October 29, 2022 at 9:03 AM Thank you, Terry. Yes. It was shameful!

I Am Anaya October 28, 2022 at 5:28 PM Onto the "TRAIL OF TEAR'S" over 1000 miles into Oklahoma territory, exhausted, diseased, or starved to death! L Milton Hankins October 28, 2022 at 7:15 PM Thank you, Anaya, for your thoughtful response to my poem.