I was an elder then, I bore a skin of red
Our land was sacred and tribal and stained with blood
the blood of our innocent women and children
Moved on by the murderous scum because they wanted what we had
the land beneath our feet which we prized
The technology which we hid; which our forefathers had vowed to guard
Butchered were we by the white race as it had been decreed many centuries before
We were the chosen race; we were a kindly race
We took only from the land that which we could replace
or what nature had intended us to eat
we were at one with the eco-cycles of the earth
We were accepted by nature and all its visiting faces
We were there when the rift was made; when the rift was shut
we witnessed all the wrongs and all the devilry
we understood the lessons the race of white had begun
and realise now as we look down on the earth, the payback has started ...
Extract taken from 'The Rift Between Worlds' written by Matthew James December 2002