The White Man Betrays the Indian

There was once a lonely Indian,
His clan had been lost in shoot outs,
He wandered the wild, wild west,
In search of more like him...

He remembered those shoot outs well,
His clan's screams of fear and pain lived inside him,
The heartbreak of loss he carried everywhere,
As a reminder not to trust the white man...

One day he came across a white man,
Wariness gripped the Indian,
But the white man said he meant no harm,
He too was looking for companionship...

So the Indian did what life taught him not to do,
He trusted the word of the white man,
His clear blue eyes,
Held no malice for the Indian...

So then the two of them,
The white man and the Indian,
Wandered throughout the wild, wild west,
In search of a means to live by...

But one fateful morning,
The Indian awoke to loud yells of triumph,
He opened his eyes and saw before him,
The same group of cowboys who had killed his clan...

The Indian looked at the white man,
The white man couldn't hold his gaze,.
The white man had betrayed the Indian,
Just for some food and water...

The yells of anguish from the Indian echoed all 'round,
As he lay there dying, he wore a betrayed expression,
That look would stay with the white man forever...
The echo of his anguished scream...

Would reverberate in the white man's conscience for eternity.

(inspired by Gary White's wee musical composition with the same title; it was one of the Otho demos)