RebelBreed War Chief Supporting our Troops's blog: "Genocide"

The attack embraces me Harvested by hunger For the golden rule. Arms made of paper sails Reaching across the land To be impressed upon nations. Carrying convincing promises Of better things to come While dislocating people from their lands. Alienation from our civilization Shifting to destruction Of who we are. They call me heathen And hide my language They steal my pipe. They give me poison And tear down my teepee They give me laws. They give me a Queen To be my mother A king to be a father. Blankets whiskey and twine With paper money And signed promises. They preach benevolence Waving presents That make me blind. They hide behind paper walls Do not respect their own Constitution. Subtle changes away From the eyes of the world Hiding behind their paper walls. They use her name To take a nation To the brink of destruction. They want my land My soul and existence They want my brothers. Who wander the forest To exploit my mother's veins To suck her blood. They despise me As the king sits on his Capital Deciding who I am to be.