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	HOLLOW VICTORY Just before daybreak as the village was fast asleep, The sound of pounding hooves meant death had come to reap. The acrid smell of powder sending lead on its way, Killing the Native People was its only purpose today. Cut them down quickly before they can fight back, Such were the soldier’s orders in the morning darkness of the attack. Like paint thrown in anger oozing red upon the snow, Was the blood of our brethren as the reaper began to sow. The Great Spirit shed a tear as He sent the Thunderbird down, To carry His fallen people to the Happy Hunting Ground. JRS © 8-16-02 The "Okie" Poet All poems copyrighted ã1997-... Spring Creations The "Okie" Poet All Rights Reserved