Thursday, October 24, 2013

The First Americans

We love to call out Genocide
A nation built on "Savior's" pride
It seems so easy to forget
Our country rests on unpaid debt

They took advantage of your kindness
Trampled down your history
Stole from you with rampant blindness
Burned the roots of wise oak trees

We thought we had it figured out
The new found world, so big, so bold
We all know the words of our story
But the first American's goes untold.

Notice how they never smite us
They just wish we undersood
That each spirit is connected
And only love will do us good.

So if you can before you leave
Take a moment to learn
The story of our true forefathers
It's time their truth be heard.

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