The
endless reign of terror
That
is the march of wealth
Sought
by every Nation,
Is
a cause for celebration.
Let
us thank the Lord our God
For
the blood that we have shed,
For
the tears the vanquished shed,
For
the breaking of the bread
From
our newfound fruited plains.
Remember
always the great pains
Our
ancestors surely suffered,
By
their swords our lives they buffered
From
the savage, godless stain.
The
unbelievers that remain
Are
a shadow of their evil empire.
Now
as their own our God they claim,
Their
heathen errors cleansed in fire.
And
thus the traitors we brand as liars,
They
who brand us a nation of thieves.
The
hunger of Indians is not so dire -
We
send rice that piles like autumn leaves.
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