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Warships on sight

Unleash their beasts in the shores

Their glaring spears

Bearing a cross of hate

Our Indians tamed (fooled)

Enthralled by the white

And what’s hidden from them

The murderous Desire

Of a warlike kind

Pretending to Save

Final Days

For a death-ridden tribe

Drought and decease

Like Vermin…

Eradicate

Rejecting the word of their god

Stripping their real belief

With a slash to their throat

Now their children be enslaved!

Through the mountains of death

The looting began, desecration…

Very few resist,

No match for the metal blade

The ancients are torn…

The obsidian blades

Scatter across the fields

Displaying the demise

Of those who opposed

The ones who came from the sea…