If they had to get it on their own
LIke your great great grandparents did
Most of them would not be equal to the task
In fact they wouldn't be equal to anything
They'd be lying dead beside the trail
They turned sod planted filled their barns
While the natives wanted them dead
They esestablished a tolerable beach head
Then they came begging to be your slaves
When They didn't even make good slaves
Begging you for something to eat
Just like they did long ago before
When the poor Jewish girls begged Pharoah
To make bricks for his pyramids
So they could have some corn
second poem 'YES I WAS'
After he finished speaking I asked him
Was you born into a Mormon family
And the pride with which he answered
Told me he was the real deal
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