Like a feathered arrow flying. <br />Straight and true but silently <br />Speeds the message of your dying <br /> a missile you won’t hear or see. <br /> <br />When you chose to slay my tribesmen. <br />Slaughter squaws and little children <br /> striking in the dead of night. <br />My people had no chance to fight. <br /> <br />You thought no one had survived <br />unaware one warrior lived. <br />From my totem seeking guidance <br /> I chose to meditate by chance. <br /> <br />In the forest secretly <br /> I kept my vigil faithfully. <br />Alerted by he dying cries <br /> of people dying by surprise. <br /> <br />Cut down by killers as they slept. <br />I had no choice but to accept. <br />My totem had protected me <br /> because my totem could foresee. <br /> <br />The secret plans of wicked men <br />Who had killed and would again. <br />Great Manitou had chosen me <br /> to hunt them down relentlessly <br /> <br />Their punishment my sole intent <br />I knew I would not rest content. <br />Until the last of them had died <br />My spirit wails unsatisfied.. <br /> <br /> when the last of them has paid <br /> the price for the part he played. <br />in murdering my family. <br />My quest will end successfully <br /> <br />When my arrow pierces you <br /> a punishment long overdue. <br />I will give praise to Manitou <br /> as any warrior ought to do. <br /> <br />20/04/2009 <br /> <br />http: // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/paid-in-full-for-friend-leslie/
