I watched the calvary
Charge the Indian villages
Like Attilla the hun
Believing Custer a hero and
Sitting Bull a savage
Not taught in school
About the deadly smallpox plague
Blankets traded the Indians for
Title to their land
The deadly plan to murder
An entire nation
I watched history repeat itself
From Vietman to Cambodia
The death barges carrying
bleached bones
Generations of ripped off Cultures
Gather dust in the museum
of history
Dolphins die in tuna
Fishermen's nets while
Pelican eggs refuse to hatch
Victim of man's greed and waste
As the blistered hands
Of faceless migrant workers
Reach out for recognition
Only to find death in
Pesticide laced food
The tools of revolution
Laid aside
Rusting from affluence
And false security
The dreams of a thousand
Proud warriors lay buried
In unmarked graves
No historical monument
Will mention them
Their children buried
In graves so small
Their parents wear them
Like a charm bracelet
Refreshments will be served
At the conclusion of the
Black and Blue Ball
Swimsuits are optional
Shackles a must
Crosses in the shape
Of Christmas trees
Will be made available
For those with
Hammer and nails
Leather clad porters
Will be there
to punch your ticket.
The climax of the evening
Will coincide with
The orgy master's
Late arrival.