We are a great race, one that could not be felled

We stand proudly under the sun and the moon

We are strong; the wind knows when it rings our bells

Fishes swim in the stream, the birds above croon

Beasts roam amongst us, a perfect harmony

Our peaceful great era could not, can not, end.

Forever untouched by ignominy

No harm fell upon us as no harm felled them.

Our cries are unheard, our anguish never seen

We are falling, falling, falling to the earth

Ripped out, chopped down, it was like we’ve never been

We suffered in silence as they laughed with mirth

Now we can not grow, the image haunts our mind

This isn’t death; this is slaughter of its own kind.