M. L. Kiser Poet Acrostic

Thanksgiving

There’s so much that, 
has to be answered for by government rats.
Another thanksgiving; 
new stories folks will impart to the living.
Kind souls remember the pain, 
so felt by indigenous hearts, on the plains.
Greedy conquests, once reined, 
in friendship’s cloak so vane. 
Of torn apart, 
visionaries and their dreams ripped from hearts. 
In truth, souls were slaughtered;
numerous hearts were altered, 
folks drawn and quartered;  
too many native dreams, murdered.

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Caren Krutsinger October 30, 2018 at 1:35 AM "government rats" - wow! Love this term. Wish I had thought of it. This is so true, the Natives SAVED OUR LIVES and yet, we rewarded them by making them live on reservations after we killed most of their families off with smallpox-infested blankets? It is weird that many do not realize how mean and selfish we were after they showed us how to grow food, and live. M. L. Kiser November 1, 2018 at 3:15 PM Thank you, I'm glad you like the term. No one seems to be able to figure out why but, to this very day, our government seems to hate Native Americans; they break their own discrimination law.