I read a book about the Indians today
and I just can't understand
what these people over there
find to celebrate
after 200 years
weaving their bright carpets
and killing the buffalo
always taking care that
not too many were to go
a tribe's life was its courage
with it they'd stand or fall
if one man's courage failed him
the blame was felt by all
refr.
the red man had his arrows
the white man had his gun
"these bésterds are féntéstic
you just pick'em off for fun"
the Great White Father loved them
but then he liked to play
with hearts and minds of people
he's still at it today
refr.
1976.
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