Forgive the Americans

Forgive the Americans, you forgave they who raped your land,
and they now forgive you; so becoming the forgiven, is your due

forgive the Americans, they who stole your breasts for a tobacco pouch,
and your skin and hair for boasting scalp,

forgive the Americans, they're not all bad, some have morals, others fears, 
and all half-recognise your tears,

forgive the Americans, for"bites the dust", and slavish Jay Silverheel's, Tonto's
trust; forgive yourselves for trust misplaced, first nation reservation loss of face

and if forgiveness is the case, for Wounded Knee and Yellow Creek, then call the 
day, and be as one, hatchet buried, winchester gone.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Lovechild Avatar
February 28, 2015 at 6:53 AM
Nice write...I'm guessing you're British or something similar?...Glad someone has forgiven us, we tend to forget the wounds of our past, and repeat histories too often...
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