Set It Straight! Poem by Mike Twine

Kill the Indian, keep the man
Love the fingers, lose the hand
Smile through my teeth with those glossy eyes
We need to set it straight not compromise

We need to lose ourselves to find a place to hide
Cause no one wants to find a suicide

Kill the pain by washing out the wound
Kill the son and the mom will follow too
They grew up in our world but they didn’t have a choice to choose
Freedom only rings for a lucky few
if it’s not you then it’s not you

Kill the lover and romeo will follow soon
Kill the mother and the baby will be doomed
You took their culture, you took their land
Kill the Indian, Save the man