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?
Copyright © Darlene Smith | Year Posted 2017
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