Tears at Sand Creek by Tina Poole

Tears at Sand Creek

by Tina Poole

Women's and children's screams pierce the air

Even though there were no warriors in sight,

Still the white soldiers let their bullets fly,

Not caring that it was not right.

As the Great Mother Earth

Accepts their bodies into the ground,

Her tears fill the sky and her cries fly on the wind,

While her sadness darkens the sun, no solace could be found.