The Last Apache

As the morning breaks the screams displace the potential peaceful day The enemy arrived and attacked at night and gave us nowhere to escape

Warrior men will never fight again as our numbers posed no match Awaiting for the antagonist hands to see what fate may last

Women and children huddle tight into the wigwam corner As the rest of the village burns to the ground no more teepees left in sight

This may be the final hours as we clutch our children tight Never to be seen again, the last of the Apache's fight