The Natives

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We were a proud race

Before the bloodshed.

So many tribes thriving.

Now, so many dead.

Our people were slaughtered

When the White's came,

Yet we are still dying.

Now, we're the ones to blame.

Thousands dead,

First slaughtered by others,

Now we kill our own.

We're killing eachother.

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