Dear America,
You have taken the land to which is rightfully ours. My people have been forced to live in mobile homes on reservations with sand as agriculture and barbed wire as a perimeter. Your people wear cardigans, and drink highballs. We sell our bracelets and dream catchers by the road sides while you play golf, and enjoy hot hors d'oeuvres. My people have suffered pain and degradation while your people drive stick shifts and pollute the ecosystem with your evil iniquities. The gods of my tribe have spoken to me as they did to my ancestors before your unwelcomed arrival and they have said, "Do not trust the Pilgrims nor their pale skinned descendants especially The Trump That Is Donald."
You have taken the land to which is rightfully ours. My people have been forced to live in mobile homes on reservations with sand as agriculture and barbed wire as a perimeter. Your people wear cardigans, and drink highballs. We sell our bracelets and dream catchers by the road sides while you play golf, and enjoy hot hors d'oeuvres. My people have suffered pain and degradation while your people drive stick shifts and pollute the ecosystem with your evil iniquities. The gods of my tribe have spoken to me as they did to my ancestors before your unwelcomed arrival and they have said, "Do not trust the Pilgrims nor their pale skinned descendants especially The Trump That Is Donald."