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White Sails

  • Jun 14, 2021
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NAVISHKAR RAM | CREATIVES



White sails

A flag planted

A people deceived

False promise made


Wagon wheels

Expansion by the gun

And the sword

And through plague


The gun

Shoot them in the back

Drown them in their homes

Drive them out


Disease

Give them false hope

Blankets that carry death

Food that rots them


Chains

Like dogs

Tie them up and take them

Hold them in cages


God

Their language

Their culture

Their way of life


War

Off to fight in our way

Dying for a country that is not theirs

Still not human


Families

Missions became home

God became the schoolmaster

Language and culture, forever eroded


From white sails

To war and famine

Come pain and suffering

And yet


We ask them to sit quiet

We ask them to watch on

As we celebrate the destruction of them

And their bodies

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