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At times they were kind.
They were polite in their sophist-o-cation.
Smiling , but never too loudly.
Acting in civilized manner;
an illusion of gentleness always fighting to get their way.

While the people see,
the people know,
the people wait,
the people say,
the closing of your doors will never shut us out.
the closing of your doors can only shut you in.
We know the predator.
We see them feed on us.
We are aware, to starve the beast is our destiny.
The times they were kind,
they were polite,.
but never honest.

We see your technological society devour you before your very eyes.
We hear your anguished cries exhalting greed through progress.
While you seek material advances,
the sound of flowers dying,
carry messages through the wind,
trying to tell you about balance
and your safety.

But your minds are chained to your machines
and the strings dangling from your puppeteers' hands.
Turning you, twisting you into forms and confusions
beyond your control.

Your mind for a job,
your mind for a TV,
your mind for a hairdryer,
you mind for consumption.

With your atom bombs,
your material bombs,
your drug bombs,
your racial bombs,
your class bombs,
your sexist bombs,
your ageist bombs
devastating,
your natural shelters.
Making you homeless on Earth.
Chasing you into illusions.
Fooling you.
Making you pretend
you can run away
from the ravishing of your spirit.

While the sound of flowers dying,
carry messages through the wind,
trying to tell you about balance
and your safety.

Trying to isolate us in a dimensions called loneliness.
Leading us into the trap.
Believe in their power,
but not in ourselves.
Piling us with guilt.
Always taking the blame.
Greed chasing out the balance.
Trying to isolate us in a dimension called loneliness.
Economic deities seizing power through illusions.
Created armies are justified.
Class systems are democracy.
God listens to war mongers' prayers.
Tyranny is here.
Divide and conquer.
Trying to isolate us in a dimension called loneliness.
Greed apparent.
Insecurity, the happiness companion.
Genocide conceived in sophist-o-cation.
Techno-logic material civilization,
a rationalization,
replacing a way to live.
Trying to isolate us in a dimension called loneliness.

To God,
we hope you don't mind,
but we would like to talk to you.

There are some things we need to straighten out.
It's about these Christians.
They claim to be from your nation.
But,
Man,
you should see the things they do.
All.
The.
Time.
Blaming it on you.
Manifest destiny,
genocide,
maximized profit,
sterilization,
raping the Earth,
lying,
taking more they need,
in all the forms of the greed.
We ask them, "Why?"
They say, "It's God's will".

Damn, God.
They make it so hard.
Remember Jesus?
Would you send him back to them.
Tell them not to kill him.
Rather, they should listen.
Stop abusing His name
and yours.
We do not mean to be disrespectful,
but you know how it is.
Our people have their own ways.
We never even heard of you until not long ago.
Your representatives spoke magnificent things of you.
which we were willing to believe.
But from the way they acted,
we know you and we,
were being deceived.

We do not mean you or your Christian children any bad.
But you all came to take all we had.
We have not seen you.
But we have heard so much.
It is time for you to decide what life is worth.
We already remember,
but maybe you forgot.

Look at us.
Look at us, we are of earth and water.
Look at them,it is the same.

Look at us, we are suffering all these years.
Look at them, they are connected.

Look at us we, are in pain.
Look at them, surprised at our anger.

Look at us we, are struggling to survive.
Look at them, expecting sorrow be benign.

Look at us, we are the ones called pagan.
Look at them, on their arrival.

Look at us, we are called subversive.
Look at them, descending from name-callers.

Look at us, we wept sadly in the long dark.
Look at them, hiding in techno-logic light.

Look at us, we bury the generations.
Look at them, inventing the body count.

Look at us, we are older than America.
Look at them, chasing a fountain of youth.

Look at us, we are embracing Earth.
Look at them, clutching to day.

Look at us, we are living in the generations.
Look at them, existing in jobs and debt.

Look at us, we have escaped many times.
Look at them, they cannot remember.

Look at us we, are healing.
Look at them, their medicine is patented.

Look at us, we are trying.
Look at them, what are they doing?

Look at us, we are Children of Earth.
Look at them, WHO ARE THEY!?