And then they made you believe
that your cultural knowledge was ignorance
That your powers of healing
Your ways were inherently wrong–
And told you they were all right
And that it was alright
To sell your brother
Because his ignorance must be punished:
Exchanging looking glasses for your treasures,
So you could see yourself
But not see your self as
A significant moment in history
To be celebrated
With knowledge and views of the world to be shared.
Rather you give up your spear
No fighting essence of you
Can be spared; Will be tolerated.
Any vision of your glory
Must be decisively
In the name of "peace"
That they may rest peacefully
And lose no sleep
Because their culture will not die today
Because it's been too busy
Helping you maim and kill yours.
© 06-2011 L. Ashwood