Death.

The white man has a God in his head

That tells us

We were wrong about everything

For centuries we’ve lived

We’ve traveled;

Breathing this air, sowing our seed,

With knowledge and awareness of this beautiful God;

That breathed the same air

And planted the same crop

And loved each and every blade of grass as we, ourselves, did

And cherished this Earth as we, ourselves, did

Now?

We water the ground with our blood

Because your God is not the same