Natives

America belongs to Americans And not to the natives All Europeans say So with the aborigines They never belong to Australia All Americans say India belongs to Indians And not to the original inhabitants All Aryans say British says Britain first An Aryan says India first I am neither Australian nor American My world is invaded by all immigrants And I am lost somewhere In this ‘' first'' ‘' first'' game Take away the whole world If you can by your might Democracies, democracies, please do not shout It does not suit at all to your mouth You may take away water, air And make me look like a foreigner in my own mother land But please leave me with a piece of cloud The land of my imagination And a bit little space of blue heaven To spread my little legs and hands like trees spread roots To grow there like I grew before as aborigines And become the son of soil again in the cosmos And never come back To live with you as fellow citizen Oh! Dirty greedy men of this word!