Pilgrims
Pillage and plunder, have your fill
Indifference to my screams as you kill
Living with the guilt, though you forget
God hasn’t forgiven. No, oppressor. Not yet.
Realistically we had this land, it was already discovered.
I alone founded it. Leif found us uncovered.
Me and mine treated it well and the planet loved us.
Spanish crusaders, English invaders, now my land shrugs us.
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