The white man comes

Fire, sword and blood,
Depravity and greed that floods,
God, gold and glory,
A sad and ugly story
They came far to civilize,
A vision they long idealized
To tame many savage hearts,
Yet like rocks are their own so hard
To exploit and to scheme,
The treasures of exotic kings
The animals playing the men,
With lies and promises pretend
The innocent in primitive cloaks
Whose blood the land shall soak

The white man comes