A thousand generations, give or take,
Might be enough, perhaps, to be away;
But to return--is our return to make
Another homeless? I refuse to say
That just because we've long longed for the land
We have exclusive title to it; no,
That is a horrid and a false demand
That we should flourish but no others grow.
Let us abide, ah, let us still remain,
But not at the expense of those still there.
We should best know their common source of pain
And knowing it should be a source of care.
They also love the land, and we know whyfor;
Let us not kill to have what we would die for.
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