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| Near To Peace, Closer To War Maidens came from all around warriors their protectors. Gathering at the campfire the peace pipe made it�s rounds. Stomp dance of many colors as men and women twirled. Children decked in costume on the ceremonial grounds. The peace pipe made the circle passed from one to the next. A wisp of grey and black, from the tobacco bowls smelter. Then handed to the white man taking in the acrid smoke. After some gasping soon passed it back to the Elder. Polished brass backed by blue the envy of the braves. Yellow stripes of rank ran the cuff and shoulder sleeves. Words of wisdom written, the paper then presented. Barely glanced it fed the flames like brown autumn leaves. Clasping hands of friendship was enough for the Chief. The commander was stunned by an act such as this. He drew another document and showed him where to sign. Glancing round the camp reluctantly penned his .GIF. All the while arms at the ready. weapons at a peace treaty? The chief drew his knife and was seized from behind. Interpreters told them it was his gift to the leader. Accepting as a trade he drew his saber reaching blind. The chief pointed to the fire stick hanging on his side. At first apprehensive then emptied out the shells. The chief grabbed the bullets and threw them in the fire. History has little else but this is what it tells. Moments after noises from exploding bullets whizzing. The uproar in the camp was deafening to hear. Guns blazed and fire flew from muzzles of the rifles. Pistols popped close at range and bodies falling near. The sound of troops in the distance plodding on a course. Just another page in the history book, just another place. The carnage left behind and few tears were shed. Men, women, and children slept with fear on their faces. But huddled beneath the corpses was mother with her baby. Lone survivors of annihilation because her skin was red. Her story will be told and heard for generations. She�ll sleep at night thinking of the village that had bled. Vision Quest. <,-.-> <_ _> � 2002 T Lovett |
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