What injustices are you trying to find out exactly?
pocahontas, little snow-feather.
what possessed you to marry that pale stranger
to cross the blue, blue Atlantic.
leaving behind your mother and your father?
How naive you were to think they wouldn't destroy you...
but pocahontas, little snow-Feather,
bones under England soil it is your spirit
not that of Cortez or colonel Forsyth your
generosity your love which will survive
