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