Despise not the feebleness of our words.
And of our progress,
Nor the might of our fortress.
Dim not thy perceptions
To these fairly scorned colors
For they only be a sheath,
Forsaken when we un-breathe.
Our fore-fathers had seen,
How vigorous our mere doctrine
Can hold one to ransom,
When you do not esteem our norm.
We'd never believed in civilization,
We believe in our tradition,
Using herbs and chants
And roasting the elephants.
We never fright at a gun,
The weapon of mass destruction.
We have enhanced our skins,
Now living as immortal beings.
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