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The Declaration of Natives


We were here before you

We are the real "Americans"

You spread your diseases and took our land

hypocrites of your own written constitution on which your country now stands

You marched us to death,on a trail of tears

and forced us to live in bewilderment and fear

The country that critiscized the Germans and their leader,

first conducted genocide and murder before Hitler

Now our "territories" are filled with feud and disarray

The survivors are too depressed to stay

As the rest of us are making our casinos,rolling the dice,

gambling our lives away

 

 

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