Christopher Kyle Columbus
Freedom is sex
Freedom is murder
Turn on the television
What kind of freedom you heard of?
Freedom is invasion
Freedom is enslavement
Your freedom ain’t free
Because freedom is Caucasian
Freedom is the auction block
Freedom is the plantation
Freedom is the trail of tears
Freedom is reservations
Freedom is Gaza Strip
Freedom is occupation
Freedom is Halliburton
Rebuilding your nation
Freedom is our schools &
Forgetting your language
Our language is freedom
Your tongue is enslavement
Your culture is handcuffs
Your customs are ancient
Freedom is modern, Western
Scientific education
Christopher Kyle Columbus
The narrative that’s among us
A hero is the one that
Arrives to a savage land
With his ships and his hummers
Conquers the backwards natives
With his drones and his muskets
Subdues them with his smallpox
And his media monsters
Then they become our mascots &
Our Halloween costumes
They become our cartoons
Our goons and our goblins
They become our fantasies
Our truly exotics
Our bestial natives, our sultry Latinas
Our big black studs & our Mia Khalifas
Our sports & our spectacle
Filling our bleachers
In awe of their otherness,
Afraid [yet in love] with their features
Disgusted at Michael Jackson
And Sammy Sosa’s procedures
Disturbed at how the pupils take after their teachers
After all, that’s the same thing that we did to Jesus
Jesus Christ
Jesus Saves
We enslaved savages in Jesus name
To purify them of their original sin:
Not being born with the privilege
Of being born in the image of
The god made in our images
So here’s to the blue eyed idol
We worship every Christmas
The blonde haired savior
Bringing aid to all villages
Here’s to the Nina, the Pinta,
And the Santa Maria
That Christopher Kyle Columbus rode
To give us our freedoms
Defeating the savages, destroying the demons
And dark skinned Disney villains — so we
Could all have something magical to believe in
Crusader cross on his arm, killing for Jesus
[The poor Middle Eastern man
Who spoke against the occupying army from the west
Until they killed him for treason]
So, to our white washed history we pledge our allegiance
Christopher Kyle Columbus
Who is there among us, the paler hue
That cares to do the numbers?
Or are we embarrassed to discover
We are heirs to the plunder
Polite conversation wouldn’t allow us
To share amongst each other
Better if we bury it in its grave
While resurrected in its stead
The myth of our inherent benevolence can be raised
In the beatific vision of our own innocence,
we parade all the savages that we saved
So clap and wave as they proclaim
With our tongues in their mouths
All the reasons we should be praised
Our lord who aren’t in melanin
We thank you for this day
And for the freedoms we enjoy
despite the emancipation of our slaves
And our drones, and our might, and our guns, and our planes
That allows us to manifest destiny
Around the world every day
May Christopher Kyle Columbus forever
Keep the savages at bay
So the flag of our inherent benevolent innocence
Can forever be raised
