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Mighty Tribes
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2012 Poetry You lied to us,
with promises untrue.
Stole our land,
feigned a hand,
killed our band,
and thought you grand.
You smothered us,
with mighty number.
Killing many,
while we slumbered.
Now your flag is ours
with all its stars,
paying us back,
while playing BlackJack.
