Forged from the frozen fires of conquest, such a vicious collection,
A regression from natural order, an unimpressive specimen.
A weapon forged in madness, to destroy what came before,
Clinging to a limited view, denying universal truths.
Searing and freezing the potential of those in its path.

Preachers spewing discord, reasons to divide, not unite,
Marching to the drum of war, four seasons of strife.
Each breath a manic gasp, eyes filled with vanity,
Blood red, skin pale, descending from on high.

A serpent with wings, an eagle's arrogant gaze,
Swooping down to claim this land, heedless of its ways.
Colonizing, conquering, a history writ in pain,
As the snake-eagle's shadow darkens the native's domain.


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