Letter To A Dear Friend

Don’t worry at all about the news

though it shows only a sliver

of the awful things that you do

by your bicentennial, all will be forgiven

or at least forgotten

or at least written out of news cycles

and written out of history books

just like here, where

the spirit of ’76 portrayed heroes,

not murderous colonizers and crooks

just keep spewing out buzz words like democracy

and freedom and equality

the masses eat it right up

as they get liquored up and sit on their asses

and they cheer on the Redskins

and they cheer on the Indians

and they cheer on the Blackhawks

and they cheer on the Chiefs

and they cheer on the Braves

because sand slipped through our hourglass

and they forgot

that we used slave labor to build an empire

over Indian graves

see, now everything is okay

so just stay the course,

you’ll get there one day

and there will be a casino at Manger Square

and there will be a casino in Khan Yunis

and the burning of olive trees will be just as forgotten

as the slaughtering of the Buffalo

and the slaughtering of civilians

will be just as forgotten

as the slaughtering of civilians

and racism, long coded into law

will become less violent

once those battered few survivors

are content with the walled-off reservations

you have confined them in

and they adopt your tongue

and they fight your wars

and they resist you no more,

forever

resigned to their cards

as they deal blackjack and poker

to you and your buddies

and you ogle over their mothers

and their sisters

and their wives

and their daughters

who have to belly-dance for you

and serve you hummus

as you and your friends talk about

how civilized they are

and how grateful they should be…

We have that here now,

be patient,

one day you too will be free.

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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