They Are The People

They are the people 

Oh! Now, the shadow people 

The people who own the land 

Whose blood and gene is mixed in the soil

They worshipped the sky, the rivers, the rivulets, the rain and ocean 

They are the heroes and the heroines

They never had guns nor the hatred

Jealousy and greed was not their inheritance 

Their weapon was love and armour the trust 

They were wiped off the continent 

They were uprooted of their roots

They were named..just the tribes

Seizing all that they possessed

Their God was the nature and 

They were never ready to take up a new one !!

They were just made extinct 

And now they are called ..not counted..and hailed.,they were not even there.

They had the gems, the farms and purity

Their souls just believed in the cosmos and not the Queen

They are the people 

Their festival is not just a Halloween or some songs 

They are the masters, the universal mind 

They are the people, the real ones 

Who owned the land 

Blessed everything around and still silent, ardent, nurturing ...

Just like the stars and moon.

Just like the wind and current 

So natural..so pious 

They are the people 

Oh ! Now just the shadow people 

Their blood drenched paths ...

Just remain and mourn 

Piercing the lonely nights ..