Uncle Bob's Words

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DeSoto’s Pigs and Other Buzzkills

The names are lost forever.

Those warriors who floated down

These waterways that converge

And converge and converge

To augment the Mississippi.

Millions of Native Americans,

Hunting, fishing, going places.

Yes, millions.  Multitudes lived

And multitudes died from

DeSoto’s Spanish pigs.

Fat, tasty disease vectors.

For every vainglorious doof

We honor for being a “hero”,

We dishonor the true braves.

The names are lost forever.

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