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Six Indians, dead in the garden.
They were made of iron, and lead.
Parts of a set, which included military men…
on horses, with cannon and without.
I found them while I was digging.
They made me sad.
There were eleven ties in the drawer.
One for each member of the jury,
which was now voting to hang the “deplorables”,
for their base beliefs.
The twelfth stated he would abstain…
So they shot him, not at random, but in the head .
The others were waiting to see, who would die next.
They were disappointed with each other,
when the remainder all declared
the monsters guiltless.
In other lands, they watch closely.
Waiting to see the truth of winter, the cold of heartless souls.
Things that we can see, others we can not, nor should we wish too.
Gather together, speak softly, be ready.
Kneel and stay close to Him.
Bring your loved ones,
and the lost.
Amen.
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2019
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