Hail

Hail

Hail to the Chief,
that hails the flag,
that hails the land,
that hails the bullets and bones,
upon those native bones,
that hail allegiance to the
barren wastelands of Arizona
and New Mexico,
As they are forced to hail brotherhood to
We, the people
that has taken them for granted
and made heroes,
and monuments,
and shed tears
over the Jacksons and the Custers,
and the others that murder
without regard for the trails of their tears,
So that we may hail our own ego,
Not our God, or our country,
but our ego,
As the rightful owners cling steadfastly
to hailing their own Gods
from their third-rate casinos,
and their liquor stores,
and their make-shit homes.