Sometimes its better to mind your own business

Who dares to forget
What has been set
in the hearts and minds
of those
Who began the journey
long ago
And were killed
by the ugly prose
Such lies were written
By evil ones
Who came to the scene
With their powerful guns
A Nation proud
Under the shroud
How little did the
young men know
About the native soul
How little did the
young men care
For sadly they lacked  control
Destruction of a nation
a first people denied
The land owned by their
ancestors
Was stolen
how some lied
The indigenous continue
but the perils still run high
Corporate man is hostile
Which my dears is why
We must never ever forget them
For now the common man
Is beginning to feel the injustice
What is the New World Plan
Everything they’ve worked to build
maybe be lost, a clue
And they’ll be left to suffer
Like the indigenous have all through
It might just make you think a while
How proud and brave they are
For as you wallow in the mud
You can see the great North star
And remember the plight of the
Native ones
Moved here, and moved there
To live not where they had always lived
But to a place which appeared no where
And since that move great ignorance
has risen up again
I pray for the innocent chidren
Whose parenting was plain
And simply very solidly unfair
and so once more
There could be an uprising
of tension from the floor
And blood could spill I think it will
A nation locked in war.