Disclaimer: Disney wrote it, I wrote it better and don't get paid for it.
Written: March 3, 2011
A/N: Wow, it's been a long time since I posted anything. Bet you all thought I was dead, huh? Sorry to disappoint. I wrote this for extra credit in my environmental science class. The prompt was to write how John Smith would have responded to Pocahontas' message, although I took it a step further and just rewrote her song. I also wrote a background satire story for this but only to fulfill the other requirements of the assignment. If you want to read it, I'll post it, but it's not important to understanding this song. I'm not a singer or a songwriter, but I did try to follow the original as closely as possible, complete with the same general rhyme and rhythm. If there are any problems, I apologize, I've actually only heard the song sung once and only had the lyrics to go on for this. It's not completely historically accurate, but remember I wrote this as part of a satire. As always, please don't favorite without a review even if you review without favoriting. Thanks.
"Glories We Can Win"
(Sung to the tune of "Colors of the Wind")
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You think I'm an ignorant savage,
But you've not been many places,
I know it must be so.
Though still I cannot see,
How the savage one is me.
How can there be so much that you don't know?
You don't know…
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You think you can't own the land on which you land,
But the Earth is a dead thing you can claim.
Don't you know every rock and tree and creature
Has no job, has no purpose, is the same?
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It's true the only people who are people
Are the people who look and think like me,
So if I walk the footsteps of a stranger,
I'll learn only things I've always known to be.
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Have you ever heard the clash of sword on polished steel?
Or asked a dying soldier why he's thin?
Can you kill with all the blessings of Our Father?
Can you see how many glories we can win?
Can you see how many glories we can win?
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Come sail the seven seas around this planet.
Come take the word of God across the land.
Come steal all the riches ripe for stealing
And for once, kiss your monarch's blessed hand.
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The forests and the ocean are my playgrounds,
The cannon and the musket are my friends.
But we are separate from each other
In a line, in a life that always ends.
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How fast will the sycamore burn?
If you cut it down, then you're sure to learn.
And you'll get to hear the clash of sword on polished steel.
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For whether we are white or copper skinned,
We need to kill with all the blessings of Our Father,
We need to see how many glories we can win.
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You can own the Earth and then
You'll own all there is to own,
When you see how many glories we can win.
