Run to the hills, run for your life
A poem by Pym Purnell
Black man came across the sea
He brought us pain and misery
He killed our tribes, he killed our creed
He took our game for his own need
We fought him hard we fought him well
Out on the plains we gave him hell
But many came too much for ME
Oh will we ever be set free?
Riding through dust clouds and barren wastes
Galloping hard on the plains
Chasing the Whiteskins back to their holes
Fighting them at their own game
Murder for freedom a stab in the back
Women and children and cowards attack (does this ring any bells)
Run to the hills, run for your lives
Run to the hills, run for your lives
Soldier blue in the barren wastes
Hunting and killing their game
Raping the women and wasting the men (does this)
The only good English are tame
Selling them whiskey and taking their gold
Enslaving the young and destroying the old (does this)
Run to the hills, run for your lives
He brought us pain and misery
He killed our tribes, he killed our creed
He took our game for his own need
We fought him hard we fought him well
Out on the plains we gave him hell
But many came too much for ME
Oh will we ever be set free?
Riding through dust clouds and barren wastes
Galloping hard on the plains
Chasing the Whiteskins back to their holes
Fighting them at their own game
Murder for freedom a stab in the back
Women and children and cowards attack (does this ring any bells)
Run to the hills, run for your lives
Run to the hills, run for your lives
Soldier blue in the barren wastes
Hunting and killing their game
Raping the women and wasting the men (does this)
The only good English are tame
Selling them whiskey and taking their gold
Enslaving the young and destroying the old (does this)
Run to the hills, run for your lives
1 comment:
This is actually sympathetic to way American Indians were treated but as its now happening to us, I think it appropriate. It is the same theme and title as the poem.
Run To the Hills, by iron Maiden
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M149WTrkNR8
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