History written, the victors account
Brutality omitted, glorification allowed
The blood of a culture wiped clean from the spear
Spoils of war in our ears
We've stolen the earth from under their feet
So many lies, too many deceived
Proud races now forgotten in the shadows
The wounds we inflicted, still seep from the marrow
They were raped, enslaved and tortured
All for the land our fathers hoarded
Now caught in a cycle of shame and guilt
Trapped by the walls, our society built
Will we atone for crimes of the iron fist?
Colonial conquest, a royal kiss
No love from the mother ,only horror and death
The wounds scabs over
but the infection remains
We will never own this land no matter the price
For we have already paid it with so many lives
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