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 THE “MIGHTY “ SEVENTH
The brutal sound of gunshots
jar the village awake,
Under the influence of sleep
they don’t yet know what’s at stake.
But, in a matter of seconds
its urgency is apparent to all,
As the people of the village
quickly begin to fall.
Men, women, or children to the soldiers it mattered not,
For, they were only dirty red-skins Let’s be rid of the Whole troublesome lot.
Such was the soldier’s thinking
as they “gallantly” charged that day,
Kill even the women and children
as snugly in their beds they lay.
Soldiers of the mighty “seventh”
may your eternal dreams filled,
With the screams and cries of anguish of all the innocent people you killed.
Your cowardly and unprovoked attack
was not an act of war,
It was murder in the first degree simply nothing more.
How brave do you have to be
to attack a peaceful village?
Sleeping on a winter morn
while you are ready to plunder and pillage.
When our Chief made peace with yours, no more war was to be waged
We believed your word as a man but you have shown
as a man, you can’t be gauged.
JRS © 8-9-99
The "Okie" Poet
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