We came out of the bushes against
Yellow Hair, their leader and 210 men.
He thought he was going to attack
A camp of women and children
and sleeping braves.

The look on his face was precious,
So many of us that he could not conceive
When we came out from our hiding places.
We circled him quickly and they could not escape.
They grow smaller and smaller
As we continue on through the day.

Do not the other pony soldiers
in the area hear all the gun fire?
Yet they do not respond,
Do they want to get rid of Yellow Hair too?

The whites say that revenge is sweet,
But as for me, there is bitterness in my mouth.
It makes me want to vomit,
So much death for nothing.

We could have taught them so much about
How to live in harmony with Mother Earth,
But instead they have us die all the day long.
Instead of living in peace with Mother Earth,
They rape the land, destroying so much.
Eventually Mother Earth will spew them
Out one day and with her own revenge
and revive herself without them.

As we continue on they are now gone,
All of them, to each last man.
For Yellow Hair and his men,
The one white men call Custer,
This was his last stand,
And as for us?
I know that it is
Our last great Hurray.

"Custer's Last Fight," painted by W.H. Leigh, 1939.


About Randall

Welcome to my mind. From it come such writings that have been posted here. The blog Nightly Sky contains the poems that I have written. Sorry. I like writing and poetry.

29 responses »

  1. willowdot21 says:

    Brilliantly sad, sadly victorious, yes what a waste of men, what a waste of time!

  2. tmso says:

    I really liked the start, and so true about revenge being bitter and not sweet.

  3. Excellent subject matter, Randall! I very much enjoyed this. 🙂

  4. sarahjaneprosetry says:

    This is incredible. I am blown away.

  5. Michael Gillan Maxwell says:

    Good one Randall! Good to have you back! I’ve always been fascinated by this climactic and epic historical event and the way the indiginous people of the Americas were treated, (and still are) is one of the great tragedies in the evolution of the human species. Lots of karma and dharma on this one and much to be learned.

    • Randall says:

      Thank you so much for your kind comment. It is one of those dark spots on the annals of history that I hope is never repeated, but I am afraid it will. If only we could learn.

  6. Painted a vivid mental picture. Love it. Also, your headline about the night stars reminds me of Melville’s poem “Writing”; “the small bones of the wrist balance against great skeletons of stars exactly.” 🙂 Keep it up, friend!

  7. simon7banks says:

    Powerful. I refer to this same event briefly in my poem “Western” from a similar but more oblique perspective.

  8. kate58 says:

    You’re right – this needed to be said.

  9. terri0729 says:

    Yeah! Marvelous!!!! Very well said, Randall! Nice to see you “back in the saddle” again 🙂 hugs, Terri

  10. I really enjoy your writing! Your poems are unique! 🙂

    And so I have nominated you for the ABC (AWESOME Blog Content) Blogger Award! 🙂 Here is the link: http://kweschn.wordpress.com/2012/02/14/abc-for-me-abc-for-you/ 😀

  11. Aurora, HSP says:

    So vivid! So real. And so haunting. Your writing gift has not lost any grace, Randall. So glad to see you back 🙂

  12. Hudi says:

    Glad to see you are back in your “saddle”. Peace.

  13. SidevieW says:

    they couldnt keep their land, and so we all lost out

    • Randall says:

      Most unfortunately that is true, we lost a lot of knowledge of living in harmony with and taking much better care of the earth. Thank you so much.

  14. The saddest thing of all about the story is that humans reenact it over and over and never learn enough from it!

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