Tribes Descendent
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Peaceful!
With the purity,
Of the heavens above them then.
They would gather in harmony.
And respect those divisions.
Each speaking in languages understood.
Natives of a land long claimed.
Natives of a land from under them renamed.
Peaceful!
Tribes descendent...
Of Chinese, African and Aztec hues.
Fulfilling lives blessed,
From Sunrise to Sunset.
Until unrest came upon them to upset.
By settlers protesting...
In a collective reason to rid themselves,
From those they chose to welcome first!
To then declare them enemies and terrorists.
With a confiscation done of their resources.
To quench the greed of a gluttonous thirst.
In a slaughterous genocide that took place.
And this is not scripted,
From fantasized beginnings!
But the ending of these strategies,
Will find a more sudden and diplomatic change.
One perhaps not totally accepted.
But one definitely 'encouraged' to believe in!
Since the consequences to be left...
Will not be painted against pretty sunsets.
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