A Blanket, a Bowl, and a Stick

In the matter of racial comparisons
The media shouts to the moon
About all the historic achievements
of the Redskin, Spic and the Coon

Yet strangely when strolling museums
The white mans creations stand thick
but all we can find of those others
is a blanket, a bowl and a stick

No telephones, timeclocks or engines,
No lights that go on with a flick.
No airplanes or rockets or radios
Just a blanket, a bowl and a stick

Not one sioux indian submarine,
No african ice cream to lick,
not a single mexican x ray machine,
it's a blanket, a bowl and a stick

So remember when historys the subject,
and revisionists are up to their tricks,
the evidence tells quite another tale
of a blanket, a bowl and a stick
A poem by A.Wyatt Mann