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Cycles In Circles - Shame (Other) by D P Robertson
Life moves in cycles
With cycles in circles
In circles of shame
This shame which I feel
A feeling that stories
Stored from my youth
Those youth nurtured heroes
Aren't nurtured on truth
Truth which was hidden
Riddled with mystery
Mysteriously written
Who's rewritten our history
Histrionically taught
With God Save the Queen
A Queen of far lands
Too far to be seen
Scenically pictured
In pictures of grandeur
Grand armies marching
March in with fanfares
Fair skinned people
Evil with bibles
A biblical cause
Laws, guns and titles
Entitles a distant land
To land on my shores
I sure never wanted
To live by these laws
Laws based on Scripture
Scriptures of blood
Blood baths raged
Waged for God's love
Above Natural laws
From Nature to Hell
Hell of a history lesson
History couldn't tell
Telling black stories
How white men came
Strangers from far lands
On landing lay claim
Claiming as far
As far as the sky
Sky, Sun and Moon
The Moon, Earth and I
An eye for an eye
I wonder whose teeth
This toothless old skull
Old bones 'neath my feet
False feats of bravery
So brave and so bold
Bold Christian soldiers
Sold souls I'm told
We tell of the killing
Killed or slave traded
The raping of women
Our children just faded
Faded from black
Brown through to white
White skinned children
Whose heart's black as night
Nighttime has fallen
Fallacies paraded
Sadists and saviours
Say what is raided
Rape them or kill them
They still lay in graves
Gravely spoken eulogies
Preaching Jesus Saves!
Saves you from damnation
My whole damn nation's lost
Lost they're gone forever
Who can count that cost?
Native cultures vanish
Vanquished at a touch
Once touched by Jesus Christ
Christ there's not that much
Not much left but death
Dead who hid their jewels
Pearls of wisdom lost
Lost to Christian fools
Stealing native dignity
Indigenous with pride
How many proud ones killed?
Their cultures crucified
Gone! They're dead forever
Forever extinct
Thinking about Jesus
And Jesus does he stink
Foul stench of politics
Religious upheaval
Weasels with morals
Itâs morally evil
Evil minded maniacs
Man and all his words
Boasting words of love
A love that's not observed
Perverse like vultures landing
Stand upon a corpse
Corps of Christian soldiers
Still soldier off to wars
Wars against humanity
Until humanity's converted
Converted to praise Jesus
And Jesus that's perverted
A perversion of power
These powerful who might
Rightly say their prayers
To beg eternal life
For life moves in cycles
With cycles in circles
In circles of shame
This shame which I feel
A feeling that stories
Stored from my youth
Those youth nurtured heroes
Aren't nurtured on truth
By David Peter Robertson
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