Still, in less obvious ways (but just as significant)
I see the hand that once snatched greedily the land from my people.
Still, but more subtly, I see the greed that all but annihilated my people.
Still, I see the ignorance that caused so much bloodshed and grief.
Still, I see the hand that stayed itself when it could have been more harsh,
When having them at its mercy spared my people.
And I remember we were less tolerant with another race
Indigenous to this land,
When in our turn we raided these shores,
And the boot was on the other foot.