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| Bitter Tears by � goeswith3faces They came in houses, which could swim on the water from countries far away. They were able to use thunder and lightning for their own purposes. Their skins were white like snow and nobody did know if really blood flews in their hearts. They didn�t speak the language of the people and there messengers were leaves with it they could communicate without speaking a word. They said they have a friend who was murdered a long time ago by his own people. They pray to him and drank his blood that made them mighty. They were primitive, because they didn�t know anything about god�s plan. They never heard about god�s son. They never explored their country to the end and they were satisfied with all that life prepared them day-by-day. They pray to a Great Spirit and feel to be relative with all. They don�t know anything about monarchies and bondages. The good of freedom is given them by birth. They never fell the need to change their way of living. A handful pioneers who made their ways westward, settled down and lived at first in peace with the indigenous people. The streams of immigrants and soldiers of fortune grew day-by-day. Political systems, discontent, adventurousness and restlessness made people leaving their countries to make a new try in a �New World�. In expeditions, they explored the land. Even deeper they came into it, even more they was fascinated by the beauty and riches they found. After shortest time, there was lack of place for the new settlers to settle down. The situation changed and the way from peace to strained relations was short. An epidemic called variola found its way from the Old World into the new paradise and kindled the fires in that dead bodies should be cremated. Death had a rich harvest in this time and the fires should burn for months. In a blockhouse by candlelight and whisky, the devil whispered in their ears and they hatched a plan that was not to surpass in cruelty. On a beautiful winter�s day, the settlers invited the tribes to a council to make peace again. The settlers offered many blankets for present to the tribes, in order to show their good will. The winter was hard and the tribes took thankful the blankets to keep their families warm without knowing that the settlers put before the dead bodies of their people in it that died by variola. The woeful cries grew dump in very short time. Only silence was left in the villages. They had not even the time to bury their dead people. Death was calling them like a storm in rage. The campfires extinguished as fast as the lives in the villages. A little girl is left in tears. She holds her mother�s hand and tries to wake her up since days. A man sits by the dead bodies of his family and asked in tears Great Spirit Grandfather for death. A raven flies over the village and sings a song of grief to Great Spirit Grandfather and Father Sky opened his sluices and let it rain to wipe away the tears on Mother Earth�s skin. Even when names seemed to be lost in time, the tribes in the neighborhood remember the year as �time when Father Sky didn�t stop crying �� In Great Respect to all lives on Mother Earth. ~ Goes-with-three-faces ~ |
