We Are a Strange People

We killed off most of the Indians
And then named car washes, bars
And family restaurants after them
Painting the faces of the starved and massacred
Where children can see
To create atmosphere and conversation
We took idyllic forests
Beautiful vistas
And streams filled with trout
And we built strip malls in their places
Filled with ugly items
That are useless and eternal
We are a strange people
There is no doubt of that

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