This poem was written for Kira’s Sunday Scribbles, see the picture above and the link below:
They said the land was theirs,
but when you’ve got a gun, who cares?
So he shot dead their chief,
adding more to their grief
and to continue the list
of so many treaties dismissed.
The breakdown of trust added anew
between the settlers and the nation of Sioux.
Filled with so much hatred, unspoken,
caused by the gun and the promises broken.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 4/August/2019
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