They landed where we grew,
They stamped us to rear,
They found aliens who dwelt here
And they owned the soil with their crew!
They built their nest by chopping,
And addressed it as the right dream!
They labelled my friends by hunting
And cursed them as danger with scream!
They are the owners,
And we live as tenants!
They are the saviours,
And we breath as dangers!
We are the ancient trees,
Who saw their birth,
When these creatures sung their lullaby!
We are the colonised
Who lost the past with the advent of masters.
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