Winter Count by Crystos From Green Anarchy #11 By their own report america has killed forty million of us in the last century The names of those who murdered us are remembered in towns, islands, bays, rivers, mountains, prairies, forests our own names We have died as children, as old men & women without defenses We have been raped, mutilated, we have been starved experimented on, we're given gifts that kill we've been imprisoned, we've been fed the poison of alcohol until our children are born deformed We have been killed on purpose, by accident, in drunken rage As I speak with each breath another Indian is dying Someone part of our Holocaust which they have renamed civilization Our women are routinely sterilized without their consent during operations for other reasons I have seen the scars We are the butt of jokes, the gimmicks for ad campaigns romanticized into oblivion So carefully obscured that many think we are all dead For every person who came here to find freedom there are bones rattling in our Mother The ravage of suburbia covers our burial grounds our spiritual places, our homes Now we are rare & occasionally cherished as Eagles though not by farmers who still potshot us for sport Suddenly we have religions they want & they'll pay Down the long tunnel of death my grandmothers cry No Give no solace to our destroyers Into the cold night I send these burning words Never forget america is our hitler