Goliath

Fee Fi Fo Fum, I smell the blood of an Indian
And what's to be done with their redskins?
God has given us this land,
and there they stand
With hatchets in hand
Their beady eyes on our scalps. . .

White men are massacred
Like Hannah Dustin, God hless her,
her children killed before her eyes
And she left to wonder why they died
For what cause? She scalped them and walked off. . .

God bless her.
Protestant doctrine
to be passed down
religious freedom and no
savage contentions

Institute the Constitution
It's about time
We don't want our people killed
We need the land to be tilled
All men are created equal
Shuffle the ruby and coal
Under the carpet
and stomp on it

The rain comes down
And washes the red blood away
Now the crops can grow freely
with love, Custer is avenged
And the land has potential again.

Author notes

I was taking a piss at the urinal at CMCC and the first lines of this came to me. Then i woke up this morning and the last lines of this came to me - or at least the first lines of the last verse. I don't know why I wrote this. I mean I don't really know that much about the Indian plight except the stuff we hear all the time. I'm not particularly studied on it like Marlon Brando or anything. I don't feel a particular solidarity with the Indian people, but I am human so obviously I don't feel right about what happened to their people. I don't know. But here it is.