Fragile is the land on which we live
under the broken sky; 
cursed is the coal we gather in greed, 
killing the land – and the people. 

Today we celebrate the Indian Wars, 
hating the witches so righteously burned, 
each time to save our native land. 

Far have we journeyed to gather the slaves, 
lynchings mark the trees like broken limbs, 
all of the bodies burned in the endless war, 
good God. Will you damn America?

July 4, 2013