Atrocities Against The Natives

On this native beach I see,
The strangest vessel so near to me,

I make a weapon out of stone,
To protect those who may be thrown,
Gather children all alone and stand my ground to welcome home.

These men that kiss the sand, only have one hand.

I hear a cry that tells me to die,
See a fire flame spear towards my brain,
Duck and run to a bleeding son.

Something hits me in the chest,
That splits and burns bronzed flesh,
Sending me off to my rest.

Reviews

[L_]

Lovely piece of poetry, really captures the reader and allows them to experience the event in a contained and structured manner. Very well done.

[Pickletheplacid]

Thanks Lyra, I appreciate the review.

[Samuel Dickens]

I think this could be descriptive of many horrid scenes from the past, but Hernan Cortez comes immediately to mind. So much "poetry" I see on this site is a lot of fluff, so I appreciate something of substance, such as this.

[Pickletheplacid]

You hit the nail on the head... Having led the expedition that resulted in the annihilation of the Aztec empire, Hernan Cortez is one such conquistador that this poem is about.
Thanks for taking the time to review and comment.