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Rated: E · Poetry · Educational · #2197736
Genocide: more than killing people...it's taking their language, religion, identity.
Stronger than expected we stood
On the hills near the sea and our homes in the wood
Fighting for freedom and our way of life
With bow, with club, with axe, and with knife

We fought with honour
Not so our foes
They shot from distance
Feared toe to toe

Through treaties and promises
The hundreds they’ve broken
Our people diminished
To only a token

We were warriors once
We were braves
Now our spirit seems buried
In our ancestor’s graves

That meaning of pride, of family, of tribe
In the blood of descendants lies sleeping
And from the mass graves of the smallpox plagues
I hear my ancestors weeping

G. Gabriel
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