Salvation to the Savages

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God's chosen children visited us,

Told us the path we seek,

The road to salvation

Hides amidst the pages of their ancient code


Their God was a whimsical ruler.

Actions and abstinence,

Obedience to his utterances,

Was the way to reach his abode


God's treasured off-springs told us,

Gospels and miracles open His door

But my God never needed a Messiah,

Nor an iron hand or tomes of tyranny


My God always spoke with me,

Through its creations,

And the beats of my heart

All of it marches to the Almighty's tune


But for the white man,

And his sacred books,

Us savages needed saving.

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