Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Conscientious

We fleeced the Indian,
We lied, we failed to keep our word.
It was liquor and beads
For Earth, the heavens and the stars.

Now that we have our prize,
We can afford our sense of guilt.
We seized a continent
To make a home for liberty.

We need not guilty plead
To genocide to cleanse our souls.
The truth is what it is,
Not what we want it to be.

The Tudors charged Richard the third
With murder, not for nothing,
But to protect themselves from those,
Who might cover their costly throne.

The Indian must have his day.
We will not grant the right
To another to steal our land.
Justice is our refuge.

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