America stands on borrowed time,
Headless hunters were too kind
To seek out bounty, torn asunder,
Guns and metal glint from under.
Neath the moonlit plains I see,
The chains of life enforced for free
Holds no ghosts, and gives no hope,
A forlorn jewel hangs from the rope.
They crossed along the eastern shores,
Penniless preachers, and the poor
A noose around the neck of freedom,
In this hostile land of eden.
Bison running strong and tall,
As chieftains made the countries law
Shocked by greed and wealth to plunder,
To these thieves they were just another number.
They fought for mercy, long and worn,
But pushed back as the winters fall
Conquered land to work as slaves,
Beaten, dragged, their hope was frayed.
Across the shores they dealt their hand,
Civilization built to stand
Another land to seek out glory,
Crossed the seas to write their story.
And it's not a place I can call my own,
But to some it was their only home
Guess the world carried on turning,
People dying, life was burning.
Yet to this day, not much has changed,
Greed, corruption, take the reins
The decay and grace was plain to see,
Of how the white man came to be.