A Good Trade

We’ll take your land.

We’ll take your water.

We’ll take your gold.

We’ll take your oil.

We’ll take your coal.

We’ll take your air.

We’ll take your names.

We’ll take your religion.

We’ll take your culture.

We’ll take your children.

We’ll take your women.

We’ll take your men.

We’ll take your language.

We’ll take your pride.

We’ll take your dignity.

We’ll take your ideas.

We’ll take your secrets.

We’ll take your lives.

We’ll take your medicine.

We’ll take your communities.

We’ll take your unity.

We’ll take your magic.

We’ll take your arts.

We’ll take your meaning.

We’ll take your families.

We’ll take your food.

We’ll take your animals.

We’ll take your vision.

We’ll take your hearing.

We’ll take your feelings.

We’ll take your love.

We’ll take it all,

and give you the dust.

We’ll give you our shame.

We’ll give you our guilt.

We’ll give you our pain.

We’ll give you our garbage.

We’ll give you our poisons.

We’ll give you our diseases.

We’ll give you our disgrace.

We’ll give you our hunger.

We’ll give you our humiliation.

We’ll give you our drought.

We’ll give you our hopelessness.

We’ll give you our despair.

A good trade, eh? Let’s drink on it. We’ll buy the whiskey.