A Million Scalps You Took

 

            You left Europe,

Escaping all imperialism

Found dead upon your monarchs lips.

 

            You optioned for a freedom

Without taking full account,

You took the bulshit with you –

Without considering its people’s,

No better a white European man.

 

            You claimed Independence

Day free from rule,

Then you killed the buffalo,

Chased the Indian from pastured

Lands to deserts, you never

Mourned the cull.

 

            I saw the chief walk

Lonely through Wall Street

Felt his rage – so blind the people

Be,

            America claiming sovereignty

Over lands already blessed.

 

            The Twins bowed, in smoke

In fear, in flames and though be brave

Those who gambled jump,

I could sense hypocrisy in

Mourning, shouts of retribution

Gave a warning, and dawning on

America, the truth of Indian took.

 

            The bulshit came with you

Cemented nomadic peoples

With casino’s, flats, trailer parks –

Replacing pride with pain,

 

            Now you seek new worlds,

A brand new fall from grace,

Far off worlds where people slain

In new found space...............

 

................and you wonder why,

The compassionate, the intellect no longer

Cry, no longer mourn but wish,

            Perspective!

 

 

Michael J Waite Saturday 14^th March 2009.