I love you
by Leonard Fong Roka
Looking at all you children
I cry and cry for you
History shall tell you, I cried
I cried as your land was not yours;
But for the strange redskins
Who rave their evil in the night
Who killed and raped your mothers and fathers
Of the high names
For petty crimes...and they corruption?
I was sick for you
As they suck my blood
And left me barren
So you could die
I cry for you
The fruits of my reason
O mungkasi.
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