Men Come To Kill Not Live

Men are dangerous, unkind, they come to kill, not to live. They eliminated my entire tribe. I am the only survivor. It is up to me to live for my mother, my father, my sisters. I move from hut to hut, staking out new gardens, a step ahead of the enemy. I speak to no one; my friends and relatives are gone. These others are different than me. I fear them, so I carve my death sticks, and I wait, listening in the dark for their breathing. They are treacherous and dangerous. I stay to myself, seeking out no company from these foreign devils. I need no communication or help, and I give them no trouble. If they come for me, they are going to get a surprise. I am ready. I know how to defend myself; and I am armed and dangerous. Some have yelled at me in foreign tongues. I am silent, waiting, watching, listening, but not in fear. Ready to combat. I am no newcomer to violence. They annulated my entire tribe. I wait in my slumber nest, above the trees, with my ears open even when my eyes are sleeping. Men are dangerous, unkind. They come to kill, not live.