thanks(for)giving- US borders.
Eat and get fat
sitting bull,
but don't buy the shit.
MASS
production of
the holiday turkey
just finished with the last
native American dinner.
Thank you, we've enjoyed your visit.
Thank you, we've enjoyed your visit.
Main Course: The morning star,
of course,
just ask crazy horse.
and drink your wine a gallon at a time-
hair continues to grow long after we're
dead n buried,
you know.
but what of the bones?
my wounded knee?
my trail of tears?
and while the mexicano
cries for the Gringo Machin
to return spanish land stolen
one hundred and sixty years
ago,
the wind coming in from the
pacific coast sings to
patrick orozco (the same
song old ghosts of the ohlone
people sing, still)-
as he rolls a rock and
rattles an empty turtle
shell.
his feet, wet at the river's
mouth, where his people
gathered and gave thanks
a thousand years ago, perhaps.
before three-finger jack and
the head of murrieta toured
the states of american rape
as bandido souls- SOLD
"a cupple coynz n dayr urz ta view."
(and long before some scientists
decided to name the coastanoan
life source, 'estuary')-
whips cracked on the backs, and
crosses were burned on the
foreheads of peaceful nomadic
peoples
to baptize them,
Spanish,
legalized in the eyes of god,
cristiano.
viva mexico,
viva cristo rey,
god bless america.
but it wasn't always
that way.
Thanks(for)Giving- US
Borders.
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