Memorial – Sand Creek

Seven nations held that vast tract of land
‘Til the finding of Rocky Mountain gold
Reservation shrunk to the creek of Sand
By a handful of chiefs whose souls were sold.

Under the order of fat colonel John
Uphold God’s mandate to kill and scalp all
Little was the safety of Fort Lyon
Only two soldiers did not heed the call

Horror decended on brave, squaw, and child
Mutilated while the men hunted bull
American men both frenzied and wild
Could not allow their bloodlust to be full

The Cheyenne lost one-hundred thirty-three
And now the ranks of the Dog Soldiers swelled
The council chiefs lost their authority
Remember the Cheyenne before they fell


About ninefolddragon

I am a self-proclaimed writer, spiritualist, and warrior. My primary writings are poetry and essays that evoke elemental visualization and are written in honor of the sacred feminine.
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