White Guilt

Never was the happy so divided
Than the day they sat upon their bench;
The Giant spoke to them, towering---
Look upon thy children, are they not different?
Indoctrinate them in savagery, like my heritage.
The little one cries over the violence of thy race
Upon my own. Why dost thou dare to give them home
When they are so different from thee?
These children ought to have starved to death
Or be given to those of like skin.
Was it thy guilt that caused thee to love thine own children?