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
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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