Heeding not the message
of the withering grass—
Accepting not that pluck flowers
do not bloom forever—
Continuing your ‘Manifest Destiny’
to make ‘the lie agreed upon’
a vision to be held self-evident
that all that was done…was done
to make you great: Great
in attempting to extinct the indigenous!
Great in creating a strange institution!
Now you are at it again! Heeding not
the message of the withering grass
and the drooping of pluck flowers—
Unaware that I too, am to be Great Again!
Ah, pity the fool! Your vengeance
is not mine. I am a child of the God
of the Oppressed:
Forgiving but not forgetting—Great again!