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Indian Poetry
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What Have We Done...
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By Beckie Clymo & Dean Trudell
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| Hear me, oh Red man, if you want to save your
hide, |
| Because here you surely can't abide. |
| Take your pagan customs with you please
do, |
| Get off the planet, I would if I were
you. |
| Don't cherish the land in which you were
born, |
| We already have your tobacco and corn. |
| Without your help we couldn't have
survived, |
| But now that civilization has been
revived. |
| A payment is due, we'll pay you in lead, |
| We won't sleep a moment, until your all
dead. |
| An enemy like you we can't understand, |
| We take and you give, and you hold out your
hand. |
| A handshake with you makes my stomach
turn, |
| How come your so stupid, how come you don't
learn? |
| I believe in the saying that somebody
said, |
| The only good Indian is one that is
dead. |
| Our God hates a heathen, now this we all
know, |
| If he doesn't change his ways to hell he
must go. |
| So, we help out our God in all the ways we
can, |
| We kill all the pagans and take over their
land. |
| The diseases we've fed them are working too
slow, |
| They don't hurt enough, not near enough
woe. |
| We'll make them all starve, show them how
low we can go, |
| So, we killed and we killed to the last
Buffalo. |
| Bison don't fight back so we made a great
show, |
| We cut out their tongues and we ripped off
their skins. |
| But God will forgive us for all our
sins. |
| If we pray every morning and also at
night, |
| Our sins are forgiven, everything is all
right. |
| So, the survivors were put on a
reservation, |
| The last lost people of a proud nation. |
| People shouldn't go down with the setting
sun, |
| America what in god's name have you
done? |
| America the beautiful, America the free, |
| You've lost something essential as it could
be. |
| From your highest mountain to your shining
sea, |
| There should be a part of what use to
be. |
| Not the clutter of mankind everywhere you
look, |
| Why not give back a little of what you
took. |
| Native Americans are still here today, |
| But no body listens to what they have to
say. |
| They said it before and they say it
again, |
| You can't own the land, you don't own the
rain. |
| So, why can't we learn from people who
know, |
| They have only been here twenty-thousand
years or so. |
| Could it be that they know this immense and
great land, |
| Like you know your children or the back of
your hand. |
| Why haven't we learned from people so
great, |
| We are here today, we leave what we
create. |
| Be it jungles of garbage or polluted
water, |
| The land still owns you, your only a |
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