With the Indians vanquished at Wounded Knee
The Empire shone from sea to sea
But we could not rest
Let salt stop this quest
For in far off lands there were more Indians to free

We needed to liberate Cuban Indians from Spain
Lucky for us — a travesty on the Maine!
We promised them freedom
But that’s not for heathens
So their new masters we became

Far away in the Philippines
We dispatches a squadron of Marines
The Indians of Manila
Turned into Guerrillas
And forced us to liberate them by any means

South of the border, Indians got out of line
Thinking owning their own land was just fine!
So we set up a school
To teach them who rules
And sent them a Condor to ensure they’re supine

In Vietnam the Indians resisted
Through a Phoenix the bad ones were listed
Three million lay dead
Three countries in shreds
Orange and Napalm greatly assisted

In Iraq we had global remit
Sanctions were harsh we have to admit
The price was steep
Indian life not cheap
But we think the half-million definitely worth it

Now the Great Plains are Afghanistan
The new Indian we call Taliban
Why we’re there no one remembers
Didn’t something happen once in September?
One things for sure — it won’t end in our lifespan

But the final war is yet to be fought
As empires collapse and lose their support
When the average man finds out we’re bankrupt
Trillions in debt — his temper will erupt
When austerity starts to be felt
With instructions from Washington to tighten one’s belt
The people of these United States you’ll see
Are the final Indians we’ll have to set free

Reprinted from deepstateconsciousness.medium.com.