Columbus Poem by Stanley Cooper

In Spain he was the hero of heroes
But not to the indigenous locals
To them he was the zero of zeroes
A white-faced foreigner yokel

Barbaric, to Columbus they seemed
Red faced, with uncivilized clothes
It was absurd to even have dreamed
They could best him with arrows and bows

A compass might have set him straight
To India, right on course
Instead, the new world's real estate
He viciously stole by force

It seems quite incredulous
Since to India, he went a-sailing
He blundered and discovered us
With his mis-direction-al failing