Piles Of Little Arms

They've come to bring us gift

They've come to make us whole

They've come to give us God

Their gift of Heaven

They've come to make us civil

Their gifts as ransom

Their God comes with a cost

We must give up all

For prayers in a foreign tongue

To a foreign throne

Erase our traditions

Erase our way of being

Erase our elder's teachings

Erase, replace these ways

Generations of wisdom

In exchange for ransom

Your God comes with a cost

A cost to us all

Prayers in a foreign tongue to

A God unknown

From demons, you will never see

Prayers that will save your soul

Blessed are the children

We have come to save them all

We came to cure disease

That has never made you ill

We came to make you clean

To protect you from yourself

They've come to bring us hope

They've come to save our souls

They've come to make us holy

They've come to give us Heaven

They've come to make us civil

Just like them

Their God comes with a cost

And we must give up

All of our traditions

Erase our way of being

Erase our elder's teachings

Erase, replace these ways

Generations of wisdom

They have taken away

Our culture has been erased

Bring every child they blessed

With the needle's mark

Chop off every little arm

Let the children bleed