By: Cedric McClester

I’m afraid, my friend
He wants this country
White again
But he must have forgotten
The Indian
Who was here,
Before he
Arrived back then

It’s easy
Enough,
For him to forget
That he owes
The Red man
A great big debt
But I haven’t said
Nothing yet

What he owes ‘em
He can never repay
After taking their
Precious land away
And killing them in droves
Like it was okay
After breaking every treaty
Which is  just to say

Fact of the matter,
This country never was white
You see, it was the Red Man’s
By birthright
But he was engaged
In a losing fight
Against savages
Who had superior might





Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2019.  All rights reserved.