If the Beothuk people could speak
They would tell us all
In simple yet profound terms
What British justice was all about
When applied to a native
North American tribe
Who were minding their own business
Moving freely across their own land
Only to be hunted for sport
By British soldiers
Like rabbits or deer
Until every last person
Was murdered in cold blood
They would tell us
In terms simple and profound
If the dead could speak.
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