On the Threshold of Human Dignity

Since I haven't had time to work much on my groundbreaking series on ethical relativism, how about a song lyric? Here's one from a newer song I just finished up entitled "Mendocino," about the little-known Mendocino Indian Wars. Enjoy...

Mendocino

Joined the 6th back in fall of '59.
Got good coin for two years' war.
Through the hills along Eel River's wind
We deployed on the Red Man's shore

At Mendocino, Mendocino,
I suppose there's much worse we coulda done.
At Mendocino, Mendocino,
Ain't much use in worryin' 'bout what we'd become.
'Cause there's a sun up above
And soon enough
We'll forget all that we know
About Mendocino.

Through the dawn, tomahawk matched bayonet;
Sure to die, their men fought well.
Soon the song of their daughters' voices wept
And flintlock fired till the last ones fell.

At Mendocino, Mendocino,
I suppose there's much worse we coulda done.
At Mendocino, Mendocino,
Ain't much use in worryin' 'bout what we'd become.
'Cause there's a sun up above
And soon enough
We'll forget all that we know
About Mendocino.

We sure did make this valley safe for rancherias.
And why should we need forgivin' --
Don't it all look pretty now?
Don't it all look pretty now?

At Mendocino, Mendocino,
I suppose there's much worse we coulda done.
At Mendocino, Mendocino,
Ain't much use in worryin' 'bout what we'd become.
'Cause there's a sun up above
And time enough
To forget all that we know
About Mendocino.