Black Hawk Massacre
(Final Day at Bad Axe)
written by: Kenneth Vincent Walker
Now vastly out numbered,
Pinned in by the Great River;
Fleeing warriors turn raising
A white flag of surrender as
They’re systematically gunned
Down, mostly women, children
And the elderly left. Bodies of
The fallen mounting, scattered,
Upon the bloody ground; While
Women drown crying babies
To keep them from not making
A sound as they hide within
The bullrushes as death looms
Like a dark cloud. An infant is
Noticed floating on a hastily
Woven raft of bullrushes and
Weeds much like Moses only
This time a cavalryman uses
The babe for target practice.
Kenneth Vincent Walker is a "New Formalist" Poet, Spoken Word Artist, Performer and Author of BORDERLINE ABSURD (An Exercise in Rhyme and Reason) published by Poem Sugar Press 2015.
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