Dark with smoke & plunder
Trading warmth for hatchets
In the throes of passion
Yet beside a crackling fire
At her bosom peace transpires
Hark the sound of the alliances,
glowing embers respiring
Like wooden wheels, never quiet
Drums and fiddles break the silence
Adorned with beads, joie de vivire
Rooted in the land right here
And though their hearts are broken
Mourning their heritage stolen
From the wounds seeds were sown
She set the bloody river flowing
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