They took our lands.
We give our fruits.
They took our language.
We give our poems.
They denied our gods.
We give our prayers.
They changed our names.
We gather under The Tree.
They took our water.
We give our thirst.
They tortured us.
With our tears we clean the soul.
They massacred us.
Our blood feeds the future.
They buried us deep,
but we are seeds.
They erased our memories.
We remember the coming of the New Sun.
–Koyote the Blind
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