The Land Cries

They Asked me To be quiet In my father's land Where the milk flows Where the honey not dries Where peace resides and plays Where children nightly sings naked Caring less in the full glare of the moon... Then Them I Asked if It wasn't so In the lands of Theirs where they Bath naked by the sea Before they came to ours I asked if the peace they so Very much want to steal from Us, was tenant in their own lands Or If the peace they so desire to rob Us of was a landlord in their dried lands... Us I see That we Have given Them the room To steal, plunder And waste our native Peace, one which was so Living unhindered and freely Among us in the times very past One which we have and so freely give Freely did we let them take those lands of Ours which are the symbols of peace eternal. We drove them not when they offered mirrors for Our loving brothers who sweat to till the happy lands... I'm Not In the Know of What to do To bring back To our troubled And war-torn lands Which quietly bleeds Continually from their ill Influences of yesteryears And also those resident t'day Among and between us as we too Aid them to kill our motherland whose Milk we drank and who they milked and Tethered to nurture their barren, dry lands To what it is this day. The blood of our brothers Lying in bondage and slavery from the times past In their lonely and shallow graves cry to us here t'day To save what is left of our motherland from foreign wastes...