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Paying For The Sins



Indians had been murdered for their land
under the specific orders of Andrew Jackson
now they died for oil
useless fluid under the earth to them

a meandering trail of tears and death
lead them from the land of their ancestors
to the  new flat land
it was supposed to be a new beginning
a chance at rebirth and rebuilding

opportunists don't keep their treaties
nor their word
the black crude meant violent death for many Osage
for the European intransigents
it was just another page
of their long bloody history
the greed and genocide they continually waged

(American History 101 not often taught in public schools
of a nation built on the backs of African slaves and
the theft and wholesale slaughter of its original Native inhabitants..)

so, to me, its no big mystery
how city after city in Oklahoma has fallen
flattened by the mighty twisting wind
they might be paying for the sins
of the greedy past and present generations

as long as they continue to drill
the tornadoes will come


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