Before The Cavalry

The Great Hurt continues.

Rolling as mists, off the sea

Upon the mother, and moving swiftly

Spreading like a disease

Once proud nations

Brought to knee

A way of life, succumbed

Like a killing spree

With blood of the babe

Spilt before the cavalry

Rolling like a mighty thunder

The very wilderness, torn asunder

As tinder, before the flame

With nothing left sacred

There are none, who feel the shame

And we are all to blame

Marching, before the cavalry

Onward toward, our misery

On trails of, one thousand tears

To unseen prisons, upon the land

Suffering, the great hurt

By religious hands

Taming the Indian, to save the man

The sin of the century

Forgotten to history

The shame of this country

A crime against humanity

Cleansing ethnicity

Before the cavalry

One is left to wonder

Whose fate was worse

Brave Tokala - who gave his life
Gifted, in sacrifice

Or those who survived

To witness, this world

And the coming crime

Reviews

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Hello Chaos, such gallantry you had expressed in here,
A beautiful insight of what comes charging in before
The hooves comes tapping in. Thanks for the Add :-)