We Hear Our Tam Tam Drums
Our tam tams are vibrating
to the rhythm of the hunt.
Mighty bear is in the forest
showing his angst.
His claws are large
as the tips of our spears.
His teeth are as tips of arrows,
which fly to his fur.
Tam Tams are playing,
wounded bear is roaring.
Man outsmarts him with his tomahawk,
but no one conquers the circle of life.
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