Speech Given at the Battle of Bunker Hill
Don’t fire until you see the whites of their eyes.
And if they are not white enough,
Do not shoot at all.
We will not kill those who are
Yellowed like jaundice;
Weak livers leaking.
Guns shaking with the cowardice
of the unwell.
We will take them in,
Belittle them with shouted malice.
Call ourselves honorable.
We will ride our horses west—
Gather us tracts of land.
Gather us native women.
Retire imperially.
Sit in our rocking chairs,
Staring out into the land and say,
“You are forgiven.”
