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