The Children Fell!

Echo, rolled across the valley,
voice of the cannon harsh, and deadly,
ripping into Mother Earth,
sending death with every splinter,

and the children fell.

Air, thick with gun powder,
smoke rolling, with sounds of thunder,
village laid bare, and bloody
there was no time, to give a warning,

and the children fell.

Sounds of chaos, fill the Nation,
sea, to sea, the lands are calling,
of the Peoples, few, are left standing,
just a memory, a ghost who whispers,

and the children fell.

A way of life, callously ended,
a better way ,than what they are bringing,
a deep respect, for all that's living
lost, in the history of challenge,

and the children fell.

Told to change, or face the barrel,
forced, to leave their hearts behind them,
pushed, and shoved, lied, and tied,
burned, in the Phoenix ashes,

and the children fell.

Truth, hidden from themselves,
so many lies, they now live them,
so many words, without meaning,
there is no base but clay, on which they are building,

and the children fell.

Gold, and land, furs, and blankets,
beads, rolled in their fingers,
mouths, full of honeyed sweetness,
minds filled with greed, and hatred,

and the children fell.

Sunrise, bloody skies,
match the lands, of my ancestors,
mourning cries, go unanswered
howling pain, our hearts are battered,

and the children fell.

It is done, and we are slaughtered,
too many dead, for the counting;
still, their blood thirst is unabated,
and they call it, Freedoms Spirit,

and the children fell.

Marched into the West,
shipped to the East, places changed,
Peoples displaced, confusion reigns,
and they buy into it,

and the children fell.

Trail blazed, with broken bodies,
old ones, men, women, it did not matter;
they needed someplace, to hide their shame from sight,
and so they watched

as the children fell!


granny