The foreigners
Vile beasts they are
Clothed in white skin
With a heart of thick malady.
The foreigners,
They came upon our land
Thirsty for the sunset of our sunshine
And crazed with a madness of destruction
Burning down and splitting up
Telling sweet lies
To lure our naive minds
Carting away treasures
Indeed both living and still
And crushing our land with their arms.
Our land!
Our land of early,raw civilization
Our land of deities and customs
Our land of peace and unity
Burned to the ground
Charred and deserted.
All that is left
Are the tears of painful woes and heavy mourning
As they march us to slavery
© The silent writer
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