For ten thousand years
The balance of nature
Went undisturbed in the least
By the coming and going
Of the native people
Among fowl, fish, insect and beast.
For ten thousand years
These tribal folk thrived
And would even now
But for the pale-skin strangers
The Changers
Who came with sword and gun
Axe and plow
Shoving, grabbing!
What did they want?
Taking, stealing!
There's plenty for all!
Burning, raping, slaughtering!
Stop!