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By Jack Joseph Smith

America Welcome to the wild west Watch out in the killing east Every time I saw a gun All the time a knife usually was first Most all the times The reason was not good enough The south, further you get : Is kind of like where war belongs, where in way up north, the danger gets reservied and quiet All inbetween and unforseen Folks; we are on WAY To the Indian wars

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GPT

America is mapped as wild west, killing east, warlike south, and quietly dangerous north, ending with a grim collective march toward the Indian wars.

The poem distrusts every regional myth it names, since guns, knives, and bad reasons appear everywhere. Saying war belongs in the south while the north reserves danger in quieter form suggests that violence changes style more than substance. The last line turns national history into unfinished motion, with folks still heading toward old atrocities.

Claude

'America': welcome to the wild west, watch out in the killing east; guns outnumbered by knives, the south 'kind of like where war belongs,' the north 'reservied and quiet.' Closes heading 'To the Indian wars.'