Now that your big eyes have finally opened
Now that youâre wondering how must they feel
Meaning them that youâve chased across Americaâs movie screens
Now that youâre wondering âhow can it be real?â
That the ones youâve called colourful, noble and proud
In your school propaganda
They starve in their splendor?
Youâve asked for my comment I simply will render
My country âtis of thy people youâre dying.
Now that the longhouses breed superstition
You force us to send our toddlers away
To your schools where theyâre taught to despise their traditions.
Forbid them their languages, then further say
That American history really began
When Columbus set sail out of Europe, then stress
That the nation of leeches that conquered this land
Are the biggest and bravest and boldest and best.
And yet where in your history books is the tale
Of the genocide basic to this countryâs birth,
Of the preachers who lied, how the Bill of Rights failed,
How a nation of patriots returned to their earth?
And where will it tell of the Liberty Bell
As it rang with a thudÂ
Oâer Kinzua mud
And of brave Uncle Sam in Alaska this year?
My country âtis of thy people youâre dying
Hear how the bargain was made for the West:
With her shivering children in zero degrees,
Blankets for your land, so the treaties attest,
Oh well, blankets for land is a bargain indeed,
And the blankets were those Uncle Sam had collected
From smallpox-diseased dying soldiers that day.
And the tribes were wiped out and the history books censored,
A hundred years of your statesmen have felt itâs better this way.
And yet a few of the conquered have somehow survived,
Their blood runs the redder though genes have paled.
From the Grand Canyonâs caverns to craven sad hills
The wounded, the losers, the robbed sing their tale.
From Los Angeles County to upstate New York
The white nation fattens while others grow lean;
Oh the tricked and evicted they know what I mean.
My country âtis of thy people youâre dying.
The past it just crumbled, the future just threatens;
Our life blood shut up in your chemical tanks.
And now here you come, bill of sale in your hands
And surprise in your eyes that weâre lacking in thanks
For the blessings of civilization youâve brought us,
The lessons youâve taught us, the ruin youâve wrought usÂ
Oh see what our trust in Americaâs brought us.
My country âtis of thy people youâre dying.
Now that the pride of the sires receives charity,
Now that weâre harmless and safe behind laws,
Now that my lifeâs to be known as your heritage,
Now that even the graves have been robbed,
Now that our own chosen way is a noveltyÂ
Hands on our hearts we salute you your victory,
Choke on your blue white and scarlet hypocrisy
Pitying the blindness that youâve never seen
That the eagles of war whose wings lent you glory
They were never no more than carrion crows,
Pushed the wrens from their nest, stole their eggs, changed their story;
The mockingbird sings it, itâs all that he knows.
âAh what can I do?â say a powerless few
With a lump in your throat and a tear in your eye
Canât you see that their povertyâs profiting you.
My country âtis of thy people youâre dying.
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