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Rated: E · Poetry · Biographical · #2197390
The Beothuk woman captured on a day in March. Her brother and husband killed in the raid.

I see them praying on a Sunday,
All English grace and piety
But I know the story of how they captured Mary March
Brought her husband to his knees
His bloodied body ‘neath the trees.

Heard them lying to their children
In school of fools just making more
I know the story of how they captured Mary March
But he writes the history that wins the war
Guess only heroes win the wars

Don’t bother telling anyone the truth
Keep it simple if we can
Why waste wisdom on the innocence of youth?
They’ll only use it to change all of our plans
We’ve got to make a stand

You’ll never see them sharing power
Greedy fingers grasp their gold
But I know the story of how they captured Mary March
Claimed they tried to save her soul
Trying to save the red man’s souls

So when laid down in their coffins,
No more lies for them to tell
Did they remember how they captured Mary March?
And know they’d damned themselves to Hell
I hope those bastards burn in Hell

I’m here telling everyone the truth
I’ll keep it simple if I can
I’ll place my faith in the innocence of youth
Maybe they’ll use it to make a better plan
And a brotherhood of man
G. Gabriel
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