We watched the white man's arrival
in strange-shaped ships we did not know
now we have become trespassers
on the shores of our land

he brought with him a book
that spoke of a new religion
of love, humility and compassion
to blind us to his deception

the fields that were ours
our cattle can no longer graze
and like the cattle we are herded
to starve on barren soil

we die in the earth's depth
to fill his coffer with gold
his lust for the shiny pebbles
outweights his concern for our lives

our strong backs build the roads
upon which the white man travels
his chariot sprays us with dust
as we are forced into the ditch

in his hourse our mothers
and sisters soothe his young
tendering them the love they need
only to be rejected in later years

the coming to our Land
of the white man and his tribe
has taught us a lesson
bitter as roots
the word of the white man
has the value of dirt