The Ancients

I sometimes wonder, before America was so

named and known, back when the Ancient Ones

roamed, who among them would have stepped

forward, and politically speaking, had dared to

promise his clan or tribe to make America

great again. Most would have been revulsed

at that claim. We are basically a happy people,

they may have said. Things aren’t perfect by

any stretch of the imagination, but we are well

fed and warmed by the fur the animals have

provided. We can visit the medicine man free

of charge when medical attention is needed.

And we live in our own TPs rent free. The White

Eyes won’t arrive for another 200-years or more,

so what in hell do you mean, make America great

again? What on Earth is America anyway? And

what’s with that stupid red-beaked hat you’ve got

on? Our feathers fit us appropriately fine. Come to

think of it, weren’t you the one who was caught

messing around with the chief’s daughter at the

Bison Festival last month? Pack up your belongings,

Orange-faced Dog, mount up and ride your fat ass

out of here. You are hereby ostracized for life from

this already fine society of ours.

Oh, I surmise, the Ancients would have been so wise.

Chris Hanch 5-22-18