Myth

The myth is in thinking we are nice
Above blame and not ashamed
For the great harm caused, yet we 
Perpetuate it in history, not naming
Our sin of hate, fear, wanting to 
Change another instead of fully 
Embracing who they were, are to us
We ignore this and them at our own 
Peril, we should grieve the injustice 
Done in the name of goodness
We were not wiser or better, more
Civilized, we did not value what we 
Could or might have learned and now
We treat them as if they are gone
They are not, they live unrecognized
Without their land, shoved back into
Our convenient thoughts of history
First Peoples forgive us for not doing
Enough to recognize the harm we 
Have done and still not being willing
To open our eyes to learn the truth