Blood Money Poem by Little Eagle McGowan

We're a Christian nation, so we wreck holy havoc
On our fellowman, all around in the world.
In God's Holy Name, we lay waste the good earth
And we glory in the bombs, that we proudly hurl.
There's babies who're dying - no food in their stomachs
While cheers are deafening as Old Glory's unfurled
And the sight of our victory in the news has come up
The exploits of our nation will make your hair curl.

O the millions that have died at our hands
Their blood like a river, turns our dreams into sand.
We stand accusing the New Son of Man.
We are takers not givers, and we take all we can.
But our sons and our daughters they stand
For freedom and honour and the highest command
So they fight and they die, in far away lands
So the rich make blood money, and the rest can be damned.

There's blacks and whites and all kinds of people,
Coyote and buffalo and eagles and bears
The White House, Rushmore, St Patrick's Cathedral
Mardi Gras beads and John F K's chair.
The old South and the north quarters and big bills
Hollywood movies and Bob Marley's hair.
Who pays attention, to the weak or the feeble?
Or the plight of the nations in a big world out there.