To Las Casas

Las Casas, easing old bondage made sore The more, stirred sheer inhumanity's new And horrid face. The next race owes to you This vile judgment on themselves, and endure Till now, what God alone could make them stand, While your kingdoms fell like empires of sand. That call for mercy was blind to the heart It was mercy so unmerciful, truth So untruthful, it proved us all a brute Cloaked in religion, and sense torn apart From grace. African for Indians! Tell Me, how else do you chose victims for hell? I see Afric's children still as just men But God sees them since, a true, tested friend.