The people
The virus took on many shapes
The bear the elk the antelope the elephant the deer
The mineral the iron the copper the colt and the rubber
The coffee the cotton the sugar
The people
The germ traveled faster than the bullet
They harvest the mountainside protect the crops herd the cattle
The people
The women and children were separated from the men
They divided us according to the regional filters of their minds
The violence of arrogance
Crawls into the air and nestles into the geospacial cortex
We are not a concurred people
Drum beats by region
I was awakened by my elder brother
The compound was on fire
Awakened by my elder brother
The compound was on fire
The compound was on fire
The compound was on fire
The missionaries never hid their perspective
Perspectors of land would rather see us disappear
Recycle the prayers
The people
This is my body it was just given to you
The people
This is my blood
We are not a concurred people
I was awakened by my elder brother
The compound was on fire
Awakened by my elder brother
The compound was on fire
The compound was on fire
The compound was on fire
The compound was on fire
