by Richard Fullerton
SORRY IS, AS SORRY WAS
Canada apologized for all the things they done
t' Indians an' Inuits at the point of a gun:
like herdin' kids t' boardin' schools t' bleach `em lily white
an' teach `em that their culture, though quaint, was hardly quite
what folks in a society that needed t' drive cars
required to make potato chips an' fight computer wars.
An' furthermore they're pledgin' 200 mil or more
t' council those that they abused an' settle up the score.
All they used t' give `em was a blanket an' a drink,
now they've progressed to Xanax, an' some sessions with a shrink.
We did the same stuff here, but still we keep our profile low
where oil wells roam the huntin' grounds an' chieftains chant "Bingo!
Behind the righteous smokescreens y' can hear a soft echo
in the halls of empty schools we built a century ago:
"Jesus is the only God, he died for all our sin,
don't eat with your fingers `cause y' don't know where they've been,
shine your shoes an' press your pants an' wear `em both at meals.
A Christian child don't cheat or lie, an' never, ever, steals.
But if you do take somethin', if your new morals ever crack,
stand up an' apologize, then give the thing right back."