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My home is the land
my shelter the stone
my food to be gathered
and hunted
only as much
as we need to fill our bellies
and share around
the fire
of dreaming
and dance
and laughter.
You say
it is your land
you 'own'
you say
we should be glad
you came and brought
your hatred and destruction
your ignorance and waste
you say
the house we live in,
the schools our children are forced to attend,
the money from your government...
these are things
we should be grateful for.

My home
is the land.
And my people
had knowledge
that was all we needed
to live in harmony
peace
and joy.
My home
is the land.

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