One more poem for Unciya and Hakate, now in the Indian scouting camp.
We AIM not to please, a poem by Dennis Banks
They call us the New Indians.
Hell, we are the Old Indians,
the landlords of this continent,
coming to collect the rent.
Zij noemen ons de nieuwe indianen
verduveld wij zijn de oude indianen
de huisbaas van dit continent
die de huur komen ontvangen
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