Indian Wars  - Bruce Cockburn

    Out in the desert where the wind never stops
    A few simple people try to grow a few crops
    Trying to maintain a life and a home
    On land that was theirs before the Romans thought of Rome

    A few dozen survivors, ragged but proud
    With a few woolly sheep, under gathering cloud
    It's never been easy, or free from strife
    But the pulse of the land is the pulse of their life

    You thought it was over but it's just like before
    Will there never be an end to the Indian wars?

    It's not breech-loading rifles and wholesale slaughter
    It's kickbacks and thugs and diverted water
    Treaties get signed and the papers change hands
    But they might as well draft these agreements in sand

    Noble Savage on the cinema screen
    An Indian's good when he cannot be seen
    And the so-called white so-called race
    Digs for itself a pit of disgrace


    (Toronto,  January 25, 1990)


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