'If you don't like it, then leave.'
- A revised philosophy.
A far cry from the missionaries,
Atop the skulls of bison.
...
Poor little aphids,
Your tiny nature forbids
You refuge from my notepad.
...
I would like to apologise in advance for this terrible poem....
I need a new bucket.
Mine's getting quite frail.
...
The Eliot Indian Bible
'If you don't like it, then leave.'
- A revised philosophy.
A far cry from the missionaries,
Atop the skulls of bison.
Power starved insanity,
Boasting 'civilised society'.
Inbred ill-fated pedigree,
Abhorring its own ancestry.
Your heritage,
your heresy,
A 'thoroughbred',
Blood-stained deep red.
History's trained eyes don't see
Hypocrisy, diluted through the family tree.