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Ratcliffe:
What can you expect
From filthy little heathens?
Their whole disgusting race is like a curse
Their skin's a hellish red
They're only good when dead
They're vermin, as I said
And worse
Ratcliffe:
Barely even human
Ratcliffe:
Drive them from our shore!
They're not like you and me
Which means they must be evil
We must sound the drums of war!
Powhatan:
This is what we feared
The paleface is a demon
The only thing they feel at all is greed
They're savages! Savages!
Barely even human
Savages! Savages!
Kekata:
They're different from us
Which means they can't be trusted
Native Americans:
They're savages! Savages!
First we deal with this one
English Settlers:
Savages! Savages!
Ratcliffe:
Now it's up to you, men!
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