Indian crying away from the rubber bush, new boots stroll around and tires march in daily, fuming just like the yelling pacifist and the crown of shrinking forest We venerated and celebrated you and your pale beauty. Your presence was far greater to us than the offered gold and daughters Yet your war was slaughter, the aftermath was raid and rape Gods, I don't understand your commands but I follow Tree, The White Gods wanted our tears.

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