Savages?

You think I'm an ignorant savage
And you've been so many places
I guess it must be so
But still I cannot see
If the savage one is me
How can there be so much that you don't know?
You don't know

You think you own whatever land you land on
The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name

You think the only people who are people
Are the people who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You'll learn things you never knew you never knew

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?

Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sunsweet berries of the Earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once, never wonder what they're worth

The rainstorm and the river are my brothers
The heron and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle, in a hoop that never ends

How high will the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down, then you'll never know
And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon

For whether we are white or copper skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains
We need to paint with all the colors of the wind

You can own the Earth and still
All you'll own is Earth until
You can paint with all the colors of the wind

>>1

GTFO fgt

>>2
No.

:)

Long, long ago, in a century far, far away, there lived beautiful people coexisting with nature in balanced ecoharmony, taking only what they needed, and giving back to Mother Earth what was left. Women and men lived in egalitarian accord and their were no wars and few conflicts. The people were happy, living long and prosperous lives. The men were handsome and muscular, well coordinated in their hunting expeditions as they successfully brought home the main meals for the family. The tanned, bare-breasted women carried a child in one arm and picked nuts and berries to supplement the hunt. Children frolicked in the nearby stream, dreaming of the day when they too would grow up to fulfill their destiny as beautiful people.

But then came the evil empire - European White Males carrying the diseases of imperialism, industrialism, capitalism, scientism, and the other “isms” brought about by human greed, carelessness, and short-term thinking. The environment became exploited, the rivers soiled, the air polluted, and the beautiful people were driven from their land, forced to become slaves, or simply killed.

This tragedy, however, can be reversed if we just go back to living off the land where people would grow just enough food for themselves and use only enough to survive. We would then all love one another, as well as our caretaker Mother Earth, just as they did long, long ago, in a century far, far away.

>>6

;_;

I saged, but know that it's a sad sage.

>>5

So, uncivilized primitive savage, would you rather have a mud world where your children are cannibalized when there is a shortage of food, where you die of grotesque diseases with flies covering you from head to toe, and where you would have an easy life without "the white man's" technology like AC, heating, plumbing, sanitation, cars, video tech, the computer you are using???

Go live in a cave and die of syphilis, you ungrateful worthless maggot.

The restoring of Teh Noble Savage is going as planned, don't panic
http://age-of-treason.blogspot.com/2009/11/planet-of-michelle-obama-defenders.html
Chimp Dubya was just a pre-beta

>>8
I've already packed my bags and am ready to leave for the depths of the congo. There's a civil war on and shit but I'm guessing a ghetto gangbanger gansta like me will have no trouble!

see ya! wouldn't want to be ya!

http://theconclaveofknowledge.blogspot.com/

Moar literature:

From the May 30 1938 issue of TIME magazine,
Louis-Ferdinand Céline - Trifles for a Massacre
http://www.aaargh.com.mx/fran/livres6/CELINEtrif.pdf