The March of the White Man

Beware, when the white man comes to your shores

For from the moment his boots hit your ground

He will submit you beneath his foot

And under the laws of his holy book

Claiming it is his divine destiny, his duty

To make you his lesser, his servant, his slave

You will toil beneath whip and chain for his gain

And he will think nothing of your life

For you are to him, little more than animals

He will starve you, torture you, and rape your women

Calling you chattel, his property to be bought and sold

He will claim your lands as his own and throw you from them

Turning the graves of your ancestors under his plow

And on his clothes, a strange affliction

That sickens villages by the thousands

He will see to it that your language be silenced

Your religion reduced to the shadows

Your culture desecrated, stripped of its beauty

Pieces of it made a mockery for his ridicule

And he calls his efforts necessary

To bring you into

What he thinks is his civilized world

Take heed, for the pale demon is coming

And behind him appears an endless sprawling

Of more of his own kind, settling everywhere like sand

Taking what they want, ravaging what they wish

They will be a plague upon your people

There will be no stopping this relentless onward trampling

They have their sights set on every soil of the Earth

For they call themselves conquerors, crusaders, and kings

Beware, when the white savages land on your shores