Blood of the Innocent

Lost without trace indigenous race taken by force and displaced. Sons
of the land true American they made their last stand for survival. Pain
greed and fear manifest destiny is here. Lies hate revenge crimes of the
past are avenged. We’re spreading the blood of the innocent. Loud were
their cries vicious yet wise a people of peace forced to fight fractured and
few the invaders knew against them they would not unite.
Promises that were made broken and quickly betrayed on reservations
they’re enslaved a race of resentment and rage. God had a plan this
once savage man has justice poetically made. Temptations of sin that
once did them in now has us the slaves to the Indian