Bands


So we didn't own the land
For what is land to us
When the herds have moved
and the cold arrives?
So we didn't own the land;
We hunted it down
and we scraped from it all we could,
then we left.
So we didn't own the land
but we left our footprints in the mud,
and a few broken things
that we didn't need to carry on.
So we didn't own the land
and we never built houses
or megaliths.
We had no need for monuments.
So we didn't own the land
the bones of our mothers
and fathers and friends
lie across the continent, apart as they died.
So we didn't own the land,
roamers that we were,
we lived alongside the Earth,
the stars, and the other creatures.
So we didn't own the land,
nor did the land own us.

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