Once we were wild
In the temple of the forest we filed
The hum-di-dum-dum of the drum
Filled the air
As the moonlight glare
Filled the space
Between the snare
All dressed in their finest flare
For the affair
Stones, shells, herbs, flowers and feathers
Intertwined in our hair
Not a care amongst us
Nothing to shame us
We were blameless
And forgotten
On the edge of the world
We were fine
And happy
Collecting the resin of the sapling
No need for conquest
But then they came
Friends. Romans. Men of countries.
They came
Telling us to bend the knee
For the cross
Now we are lost
Disconnected from nature
Disconnected from our brothers and sisters
That still dance
In the freedom and joy
Of unconquered souls
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