Poem: Broken Arrows

With greed and selfishness they swarmed the land- With guns and swords they made demands- With arms open they greeted with smiles to foreigners who traveled many moons away- Though time soon told a different tale, no allies or friends to make a pact, only abuse and attacks-

With spears and arrows they joined their brothers of earth, wind, fire, and baring their arms to defend their lives and claims of ancestor’s domains- Though far outnumbered they gave war cries, those native braves lost their lives…- Broken arrows and gun powdered filled air there lays the crimes for all to bare…-

Families split and tribal plights, so much death and sacrifice- For progress? For advancement? Names drawn in blood across the plains- Slaughtered like cattle and called savage for differences of skin and belief. Perhaps the only ones who are savage are those with blame at their feet and lives on their hands, forsaking their own souls across the ancient pagan lands.

Will the crimes repeat? Will it come to call? What will history have to fill the pages next? Division, alienation of those you can’t understand. Fear of those that bleed the same as you and have similar strife? Play not the blind fool and sew hate against any who are not the same as you, look beyond the surface of flesh and bone. Discover the soul and atone.