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AMERICAN SAVAGES

Contributed by Steeleyes on Tuesday, 15th July 2003 @ 04:05:00 AM in AEST
Topic: political

They felt the Earth around them
Living
They took from her only what was needful
They were respectful

They were proud
With just cause

When they killed it was
with dignity
For the creature and for themselves
They lived on the land
And with it as one
They lived in harmony with the seasons
In harmony with nature

Those that came and destroyed them
saw the land as other
A wild thing to be tamed or exploited
The animals they saw as pests
or plentiful meat
They saw they could PROFIT
from the land
They used it, they beat it down,
They burned, blasted and built on it
They raped it

And in two hundred years and more
They have no more dignity now than then
Their greedy eyes are still on fire
Exploiting any natural thing
and bending it to their will
To profit from its death

Having no soul now to lose
they justify every disrespectful act
as a another part of glorious Amerika

The killers see themselves as saints
The stupid see themselves as smart
The sleazy see themselves as spiritual
The barbarians see themselves as civilized
The unlearned see themselves as teachers
The bringers of violence see themselves as peacemakers
The perpetrators of terror see themselves as victims

The horror of their ignorance is complete

Amerikan Savages

Copyright © Steeleyes ... [ 2003-07-15 04:05:00]
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Re: AMERICAN SAVAGES (User Rating: 1 )
by Eternal_Darkness on Tuesday, 12th August 2003 @ 05:19:19 PM AEST
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I cannot believe that this is one of the least read poems on the site. Probably because people can't handle the truths of the past. The one phrase "They Raped It" captured the whole message of the peom. Keep Writing!

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