This is our land
In thick bark
Of black blood
We were born.

In ancient past
Of leaves that refuse to wither away
Of route rooted into the the core of the earth
We were born.

We play, laugh under the sun
Hide under trees when it rains
Crawl into our caves in winter
Singing songs of hero's past
As the mark of ancient warriors.

You came, saw beauty and sojourned.
With white words
You brought us out of our caves
With mirrors
You brought our kings to their knees.

We have feared that night
When white powder shout in horror
Black blood sinking rapidly into the earth
In protest of a defile heritage.

You came, brought it and expected it.
When we say no
You say yes,
With force, we put under captivity.

But our blood!
That black blood!
That never seizes to amaze you
Even in you home of tall mountains
Will never surrender.

Push you, we will, out of our land.
In struggle and in pain
We will fight you back
Beyond the seas,
To the distant end.

You technique
Our technique
You strenght
Our strenght.

Bring you, we will, into the caves
Though it may tarry
We will wait
In might and in strenght
For this black blood is more than a conqueror.


writing by Pope Tuggen (popilosky)
like to hear you reviews,
thanks.

Beautiful piece!

Diverse interpretations though

Colonisation ( the Whites?)