I am tired of being in a country
Acquired through the mass genocide
Of its original inhabitants
By a people who thought themselves superior
Thinking themselves Israel or some such thing
But where am I to go?
No apology is acceptable
Because no apology is possible
Even though I wish I could
I am just another pale face
Speaking with a forked tongue
We hear alot of talk about Lincoln today
The great emancipator
That is all well and good
But what you don't hear about
Is all the city boys back then
Who were told by their moms and pops
When are you going to get out of the house
And stop bumming off your parents
So they joined up for a soldier
And were killed and maimed in the Civil war
They shoulda went South and picked cotton
we wouldn't have had to trap any more animals
In leg hold traps
And wear their skins for clothes
Think of the misery and pain they endured!
(Jesus said he was not sent but unto the lost
sheep of the house of Israel. I don't know but
I guess they were suppoesedly the descendants
of Adam.
Nobody cares what I think anyway and I have
never been convinced by any preacher that
that was true, and anyway, apparently, the Jesuites
and others conveniently
had other ideas. I think Its all regarded as baloney
now anyway.
Go Green!
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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wow!! I can't believe i am the only one to comment on this piece!! you write with the wisdom of a wise man! what a delight it is to experience such wisdom and heartfelt experiences. congratulations on your many years of sobriety! I am going into my 5th year. it is people like you that offer the rest of us hope for living the life we were meant to live. thank you Mr. storer!!
-Kendal



