Pilgrims

 

 

As every American schoolboy knew

They came on the Mayflower few by few

Names a catalog of new world who's who

Came searching for God each in their own way

But only found witches by light of day

Or so said their ministers, ghouls in gray

That firsts thanksgiving didn't last so long

Before they were off to their home grown wrong

Entrenching their presence with musket song

Enslaving indigenous friends for their land

Betrayal with treachery etched in the sand

Record of promises not worth their hand

Pilgrims played Judas to Indian Christ

Ironic reverse of expected role