Before all these neo-wars
The cunning Europeans
Pillaged the Indians
Slaughtered their buffaloes
Herded them into reservations
Starved them to death
And when his child asked
"Daddy are there any good Indians?"
Daddy replied, "The only good Indian
Is a dead Indian."
Then during
The Spanish inquisition
Kids were told of how
The mighty Spaniards
Discovered the New World
How they built towns
Brought civilization
Built by the sweat
And on the backs of Indians
Still brings throes
Whose blood still flows
From every tributary
To every estuary
Whose curse still
Echoes with chill
And still stings
With woeful rings
In the whiteman's ear
In his restless sphere
Anybody home?
Hi! You're home
And how was your day?
"Well, let's see
It was awfully good
We encountered some chinks
Burnt a few Villages
Boy! You should hear
Those kids scream
When they felt the fire hoses
We had roast pig for dinner
After we cleared the huts"
The brave Canadian soldier
Returned from Somalia
And when asked by his kid
“What you did Daddy?”
He said "We caught
Some niggers stealing food
We really shit on him
Beat the shit out of him
And left no marks
It was not too bad
Actually it was better
Than our hazing”
Long ago when the soldier
Returned from the south
After a day in the Civil War
Which was not civil
He told his kid
"We found a plantation
Burnt it to the ground
Lynch the blacks
After a few setbacks
Raped the servants
And pillaged the mansions
Despite the women's lamentations
They were no match
For our bayonets"
During World War II
The Nazi told his daughter
Of his day with the Fuhrer
"We herded sixteen car loads
Of wretched traitorous Jews
And had the privilege
Of turning on the gas
The Furher himself
Was very pleased
That's how I got
My Medal of Honour”
When Russia disintegrated
As its ideologies abated
The Bosnians told his grands
Of his trying demands
How he sniped a few passers-by
See how they run!
How they raped the women
Butchered the men
So that there would be many
More Bosnians
Than Serbs
It was a good day
And men still talk
And historians squawk
Of how their gallant
Gaelic forefathers
Brave the Atlantic waters
To bring labour
To the plantations
How they fooled the Negroes
Forcing them as they chose
Mirrors and coloured beads
Instead of know-how and seeds
How they civilized the natives
And with their sweat and tears
They have built the West
How they tried the same
With indentured servants
Making them mendicants
And got away with it
For the second time
Ah those naive natives!
And Black Chiefs
Tell their pickaninnies
How they used blow-darts
To scare away the whiteman
How the Caucasian
Spat in their faces
When they demand
“Give me back my land
Save me the trouble
Take back your bible”
And dauntless men chat
Smoked pipes and spat
Around the campfires
Lifting their jugs
With languid mugs
And tell intrepid stories
Of their hoaxed glories
Of how they shot
The biggest elephant
Brought down the
Now extinct Bengal tiger
With one lil' bullet
A whole 100 yards away
How that trophy on the wall
Took my crew and all its gall
The good old days
When men had their ways
Now stifled
And rifled
By so-called specialists
By environmentalists
Black Greenpeace
And the goody two-shoes.
And how was your day today Daddy?
Yes, these double standards can only leave, live double as standards to their progeny. However destiny writes strange stories stranger than fiction! I always have faith in the Almighty and can see the sea change inspite of physical demolitions of the simpleton.