Creator Sees All

They came with a Bible in their hands; To pilage and steal sacred lands. It wasn't enough to claim our ancestor's graves; They also had to make us their slaves. They teach that the pilgrims and Indians were friends: But, in all honesty, that's when the Holocaust begins. Burning our villages to the ground; Killing any and all survivors that could be found. Small pox blankets and rotted horse meat Juan de Oñate cutting off our feet. Our scalps taken for a bounty man's price; Preferably from warriors but a child's would suffice. Drive us out on a trail of death; Auction off whatever we left. Manifest Destiny and forced assimilation; For us there was no Emancipation Proclamation. Kidnapping children for missionary schools; Beatings and starvation for breaking their rules. Saying it was for our own benefit; We should be grateful for what little we get. They saw us as savages, heathens, and beasts; Of all the races we were considered the least. Still today they only see us as a spaghetti western; So to them, I have but one question: Upon their death when they return to the sky; And they must look their Creator in the eyes. What on Earth will they say and do; When they realize that he is a red man too?