Let them deny painfully

Where their belly fell

Let them run hastily

To where we can’t tell

 

They are like rain beaten birds

of the forest

O’

Why not tie a bond

 

And plan to re-make

the smelling pond?

 

I’m voicing the reality now

Listen,

This is my homeland

I stand to be a native

The indigenous lover

of my land and culture

 

May I wear not

The visitor’s shoe

Even if

I walk bare footed

For I keep the strength

in dignified forefathers

 

How hot

the gravels may be

I still seize not

to be a member

of my homeland