Not All White MenA Poem by Michael G. SmithThoughts upon the settling of the west
You circumcised our land
Left it for naught Was that the plan to every white men Genocide for pleasure gain Not merely blemish cross a prairie plain But through a mountain stain Why did you never try understanding Exactly what it is you did All in the name of your god Without a vast ocean put in your way You would have never stopped
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