Invaders
 



Traditionally, invaders
have euphemized History,
take no blame for genocide,
clearly a mystery.
Man's nature to conquer
all of primitive race;
eradicate, exterminate
so there's left not a trace.

All through the bushland, sad echoes moan
Where are the People who once were my own?





By cherryk

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