Now that your big eyes have finally opened Now that youre wondering how must they feel Meaning them that youve chased across Americas movie screens Now that youre wondering how can it be real That the ones youve called colorful, noble and proud In your school propaganda, they starve in their splendor Youve asked for my comment, I simply will render My country tis of thy people youre dying Now that the long houses breed superstition You force us to send our toddlers away To your schools where theyre taught To despise their traditions You forbid them their languages, then further say That American history really began When Columbus set sail out of Europe Then stress that the nation of leeches that conquered this land Are the biggest and bravest and boldest and best And yet where in your history books is the tale Of the genocide basic to this countrys birth Of the preachers who lied, how the Bill of Rights failed How a nation of patriots returned to their earth And where will it tell of the Liberty Bell As it rang with a thud oer Kinzua mud And of brave Uncle Sam in Alaska this year My country tis of thy people youre dying Hear how the bargain was made for the West With her shivering children in zero degrees Blankets for your land, so the treaties attest Oh well, blankets for land is a bargain indeed And the blankets were those Uncle Sam had collected From smallpox-diseased dying soldiers that day And the tribes were wiped out and the history books censored A hundred years of your statesmen have felt Its better this way And yet a few of the conquered have somehow survived Their blood runs the redder though genes have paled From the Gran Canyons caverns to craven sad hills The wounded, the losers, the robbed sing their tale From Los Angeles County to upstate New York The white nation fattens while others grow lean Oh the tricked and evicted they know what I mean My country tis of thy people youre dying The past it just crumbled, the future just threatens Our life blood shut up in your chemical tanks And now here you come, bill of sale in your hands And surprise in your eyes that were lacking in thanks For the blessings of civilization youve brought us The lessons youve taught us, the ruin youve wrought us Oh see what our trust in Americas brought us My country tis of thy people youre dying Now that the pride of the sires receives charity Now that were harmless and safe behind laws Now that my lifes to be known as your Heritage Now that even the graves have been robbed Now that our own chosen way is a novelty Hands on our hearts we salute you your victory Choke on your blue white and scarlet hypocrisy Pitying the blindness that youve never seen That the eagles of war whose wings lent you glory They were never no more than carrion crows Pushed the wrens from their nest Stole their eggs, changed their story The mockingbird sings it, its all that he knows Ah, what can I do?, say a powerless few With a lump in your throat and a tear in your eye Cant you see that their povertys profiting you? My country tis of thy people youre dying Read more: Buffy Sainte-Marie - My Country Tis Of Thy People Youre Dying Lyrics | MetroLyrics https://youtube/watch?v=FKKX-H3NMNI
Posted on: Thu, 12 Jun 2014 04:04:45 +0000
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