Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Get Your Patriotism Here! One For A Dollar, Three For Too Much!

We were patriotic to a fault,
And all it got us was commodity cheese.
Brick-thick, I never saw it mold.

My patriotic duty, salute the flag
And don't snivel in your government
Cornmeal, complete with maggots and worms.

I stood for what was right but all
I am is a redskin pretending to be white.

I've stood in the food bank lines,
I took handouts at christmas and bought
A flag on 911, and still can't afford decent housing.

I carry my belongings, feather and drum,
To the rallies against war and taxes
And am met with slurs and slander.

They are payment for being a
White girl/red girl craving change.
The country believes naught in change,
But fear and intimidation.

We were patriotic to a fault;
I was patriotic to a fault,
But they shoved a tomahawk in my hand
And told me to fight with violence.

I threw it back in their faces.
My people never carried tomahawks;
We were a fishermen tribe.

To them, Native American is forever a wagon burner.
Whatever, smoke-um peacepipe...

9-28-10


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