The Mohawks, Inuit, Apaches and have you,
I hate you
It is said, “United for success” and you heard
Got homeless and were killed with diverse
Shame on you
The Mayas were like you and Quechuas, less intense
I hate them, not as much
Aymaras were the best
Guaraní got dispersed as did you; great shame
Enmity of old times with greed and ego
Killed you all
You deserve what you get
I hate you
Look and learn of Western; its hero is John Wayne
The Sheriff, with a thief in handcuff
There you are; the savage
They unite, thief gets gun
And you are in danger
Lift your pens and unite; one muscle, one brain, many guns
To succeed you must fight
When you win
I love you
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