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It’s a long journey from Wales
400-plus years of wandering
makes one wonder what they feared.
We left our fathers’ graves behind,
Welshmen and women ground into
the winter soil, Celtic calls for
adventure, armored up and ready
to go, sir!
Captain John Smith is noble enough,
we can handle this sea, this new
land, the savage race—look at us!!!
We’ll make the Crown proud, become
stars, make names for ourselves,
but only if this colony comes off okay.
We’re British and militaristic; we see
these brown-skinned people, compare
and contrast, seek advantages, a way
to squat and succeed.
“Success is a peace of mind, knowing
you did the best you could to be the
best you were capable of becoming.”
Best Christians, John?
Best Explorers? Businessmen? Reps
of the Crown?
People. The best People we could be
requires more looking back than forward
if the looking causes you to cringe with
regret and shame.
Go back, see the poverty of the native
tribe, the reservations in shackles
of bison’s spoiled hide.
Hunted and sold, looking for gold—
Not realizing the real value was in
the wisdom of the land, expressed through
its proud care-takers.
There are many differences from nation
to nation today, and as much or more
between the native nations then and
now as the Great Spirit
hides under Western medicine, civilization
Stop taking it. Fight for your land, still,
Native America, seek out the documents,
the treaties, the promises made, take
them to court, and win.
Hire attorneys and win. Reclaim and rise,
never give up the spirit to try, we are
a part of the land, it is God’s
and is our pride.
They break the rocks for concrete, burn
the blood for rocket fuel, we pray for
the lost Europeans, that they find
their way back home.