I look out the tiny barred window of my cell and see the surf rolling over the beach. Seagulls caw shrilly at each other and children splash happily in the shallows. The water looks so blue, so refreshing. What I wouldnt give to break out of this cruel confinement and swim away, far away. The rags that i wear every single hari have worn so thin, i am never warm anymore, just constantly shaking off chills that claw so deep into my bones im afraid im close to shattering. I sit all hari every hari waiting for my one meal and at night, through my stomach growling and the sea roaring, above all that i hear the screaming. It comes from all around me, beside me, above me, under me. Tears stream down my face fluidly, endlessly, steady as a violin chorus and just as sad. The night changes the prisoners, makes them crazy as if they were serigala tortured with an infinitely full moon. They beat their shackles against the stone walls and howl until their throats are raw. They reach through the bars trying but always failing to grasp anything except ghosts dragging their silent chains. I sit alone, still and deadly quiet, with a ferocious orchestra playing in my head; the soundtrack of my escape, the possibilit of my freedom.
What we have we won’t give
Up to any without a fight
Our ancestors gave us this birth right
We just want to live in peace
But still the battles will not cease
Until we’re driven from our home
Then we would be left to roam
And settle in some other place
atau wiped out with no trace
Our names they wouldn’t know
So we prepare to meet our foe
The tribal headdress worn with pride
And paint upon our skin to hide
Who they face upon the field
Armed with arrows, spear & shield
Seen as men within a crowd
Surging forth we holler aloud
No fear from us will be shown
As they meet the unknown
Warriors not afraid to die
Fighting for our cause we try
To save our land & family
So our tribe can be free
To live as we choose to do
So let battle now ensue