Floyd Red Crow Westerman Follow

HERE COME THE ANTHROS

And the anthros still keep coming
Like death and taxes to our land;
To study their feathered freaks
With funded money in their hand.

Like a Sunday at the zoo
Their cameras click away -
Taking notes and tape recordings
Of all the animals at play.
Here come the anthros, better hide the past away.
Here come the anthros on another holiday.

And the anthros bring their friends
To see the circus, watch the show.
And when their pens run dry,
They pack their things and go.
But there's nothing left to study,
And there's nothing left to see
Still the anthros keep on searching
For the truth and for the key.
Here come the anthros, better hide the past away.
Here come the anthros on another holiday.

Then back they go to write their book
And tell the world there's more.
But there's nothing left to write
It's all been done before.
And not a cent of funded money
That the anthros get to spend
Is ever given to their
Disappearing feathered friends

Here come the anthros
Better hide your past away
Her come the antros
On another autumn day

And the anthors keep on diggin'
Our sacred ceremonial cite
As if there was nothing wrong
'Cause education gives them the right
But the more they keep on diggin'
the less they really see
'Cause they got no respect for you or me

Here come the anthros
Better hide your past away
Here come the antros
On another holiday