| Cries |
I think I will listen to the cries of the inidans... I hear the sounds of a mother crying for the child she lost when the sodiers came... I hear a young warrior crying, wanting revenge over his young wife's dead body... I stand invisible in the middle of a battle knowing the Indians will lose but not because they are the weaker one but because they lost the heart. I understand why they are crying but I do not pretend to undertsand the pain--the loss... the suffering...and the sorrow they felt--and the one question they all scream out loud as they are crying over the dead loved ones..they ask God"Why?" I see a little boy no older then 5, which has not had a chance to live yet--throwing his little body over a baby...to protect the little baby from the sodiers--will the baby have the same fate as the 5-year-old did? I see how war makes the weakest ones the strongest heroes-- I think to the future and how we will know what the Indians went through...but never pretend to comprehend what the Indians went through because then you are no better then the the sodiers who killed the Mohters...Warriors...Children...Old Ones. What I would not give to have this wiped out of history but then I think Why? Then they will not be remembered for their strength and power.
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