In fourteen hundred ninety-two
Columbus sailed the ocean blue.
The sea-faring Italian had high expectations
Of soliciting funds from several nations
For a shortcut voyage to the East—
Needless to say, few were pleased.
“A westward route to the Indies? Imagine that!
You might as well say the world ain’t flat!”
Things weren’t going as well as he’d planned
Until Chris hit paydirt with Isabella and Ferdinand.
They loaned him three ships; the crew left from Spain
They sailed through sunshine, wind and rain.
They used the stars to find their way.
They suffered through scurvy and storms and bouts of diarrhea
Those ninety sailors on board the Nina, Pinta, and Santa Maria.
Day after day they looked for land
They dreamed of trees and rocks and sand.
On October 12th their dream came true
You never saw a happier crew!
“Indians! Indians!” Columbus cried
His heart swelled with a white man’s pride.
He dashed to the shore, still in his pajamas
Only to discover he was in the Bahamas.
Several more trips took him to the Caribbean and Cuba,
Hispaniola, St. Bart’s and, possibly, Aruba.
Those Indies he never did reach, to his great consternation
Instead Chris found America’s vacation destinations.
The natives proved friendly, offering food, shelter and water
the Italian introduced them to bocci ball and The Godfather.
Amity was short-lived, if the truth be told
Greed took over as the explorers hungered for gold.
Civilized gentlemen they were not; but rather, tremendously depraved
As the natives were pillaged and raped and ultimately enslaved.
“This New World is ours! By our rules you shall abide!
And our high-minded ideals of capitalism and genocide.”
The discoverer of America? No, not quite
But today we honor him as a hero—that’s right,
Because Columbus was powerful, and he was white.
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