Darlene Smith Poet Classicism

They Call It Wounded Knee

They Call It Wounded Knee 

I came, I saw, I cried;
To the field where they died.
They call it Wounded Knee;
My peoples' history.

Bodies lying, frozen to the ground;
No mourners to be found.
Children still clinging to their mothers;
Laying dead beside their brothers.

The smell of death in the air;
Pools of blood everywhere.
Babies with their heads bashed in;
To waste an army bullet on them would be a sin.

Soldiers surveying their wicked deeds;
Mugging for pictures with the "savage" breed.
Celebrating the slaughter of the Sioux;
Burial is for Christians, but for Indians a mass grave would do.

Sporting medals upon their chest;
Saying that they conquered the west.
Taking the lives of an entire race;
Feeling no remorse or disgrace.

I came, I saw , I cried;
I asked questions of why.
The people of Wounded Knee;
Could not have life and liberty.

The answer was simply said;
"Kill the animals until they're all dead".
"Let my God sort them out";
Land is what it's all about.

The place where the mighty Sioux fell; 
Is a white man's hell.
Once was a place of pride;
The field where they died.

Darlene Doll Smith

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M. L. Kiser January 26, 2015 at 5:08 PM A moving and powerful statement about a senseless tragedy that should never have happened. Greed and ignorance drive too many people and has for far too long. We must all remember the past, to create a better future. Darlene Smith December 1, 2015 at 2:48 AM A'ho...much truth. I teach Native American history so that we can learn from the past, apply it to the present, and make a new tomorrow.

Cona Adams January 7, 2015 at 11:03 AM One of the blackest pages in America's history. A lot of shouting we hear about our treatment of blacks, and I admit it's something to be ashamed of, but why the silence about our treatment of Native Americans, which was much worse? Sharon Gulley January 16, 2015 at 11:53 PM How so very true your statement my pen friend...Sharon G.

Sharon Gulley January 6, 2015 at 11:49 AM What a sad piece of history we must live with, but what a wonderful and artistic write this poem is. I loved every line and how well you described each event so correctly, yet poetically. It breaks my heart the hurt that comes out of this write, but I have to say the poem is wonderful my pen friend. A 7 from me and off to my favorites....Sharon G.

Jon Lee Garrett January 6, 2015 at 11:11 AM This is the most fantastic poem that I have read and loved for years!