Ode to all natives

Growing food right in their backyard

and in the front they mined for gold.

Living peacefully with their neighbours, 

the atmosphere was far from cold.

Building large futuristic buildings,

making epic history - left untold.

Eyes of the society was beautiful

but now their culture has been sold.

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Sailing across the whole Atlantic-sea,

packed with diseases and guns to blow.

With only one thing on their narrow minds:

"Find some land and growth, you know".

Invading those beautiful nations,

taking everything they had to give.

Starting cutting down the people

where not a sole was left to live.

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They're not gone but still forgotten;

still their land the white man craves.

Starting wars within every nation

for the survivors 'to become slaves.

When will history stop repeating itself?
When will those genocides be stopped?

They've rewritten our correct history,

the truth in pieces has been chopped.