Guest guest Posted October 5, 2002 Report Share Posted October 5, 2002 "Natives", by Christy Moore of Ireland Dedicated today by Das Goravani to the Arabs and Muslims currently under American Guns and Hatred "Natives" For all of our languages we can't communicate For all of our native tongues, we're all natives here Sons of their fathers' dream the same scream The sound of the forbidden words becomes a scream Voices in agner, victims of history Plundered and set aside, grown fat on swallowed pride With promises of paradise and gifts of beads and knives Missionaies and pioneers are soldiers in disguise Survivors and conquerors they make us wait The fishers of men they wave their truth like bait With the touch of a strangers hand innocence turns to shame The spirit that dwelt within it sleeps out in the rain The scars of the past are slow to disappear The cries of the dead are always in our ears Only the very safe, can talk about wrong and right Of those who are forced to choose, some will choose to fight Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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