How strange it is to see this man
Exalted with such vanity
Who brought with him, trailing behind him
That empire that would decimate a country
And the white man celebrates this day
They celebrate the theft of land
They celebrate the murder of its inhabitants
They bespeak some significance at hand
Conveniently forgetting, stupidly so
The graves in their wake
The very tombstones around which they dance
Being used as coffee tables for their cake
Does the white man have no honour?
Have we such gall? Have we no respect?
Do we truly expect to believe this lie?
A history of war and neglect?