i rewind to the time of the native peoplennthat were banned from the landnnby the church & the steeplennpushed to the west by gun, germ, & lienntoo many broken pacts left the natives to diennbelow the barren land of the reservationnnthe earth is still screaming angry cries of warnninsulting token gestures piddly reparationsnnkeep most segregated, isolated,nnangry, drunk, & poornnto quell your hunger they feed you liesnnthe rotted meat maggots & fliesnn& for your thirst the fire drinknn& all your graves buried to sinknnyou welcomed them with open armsnn& how'd they repay younnsickness fears, a trail of tearsnnno apologies issuednnswindled out of everythingnnthat you've ever ownednnbut given back the wastenn& forced to call it a homennthe long trail of tearsnnis a trail of blood toonnso thanks for the givingnnof the small pox flunnthe genocide of these tribes &nntheir weakened nationsnnpro-sport team logos arenna grave desecrationnntake back the stolen land