Once upon a time, the world was young,
And the land was vast and new.
But then came the conquerors, with their guns,
And they claimed it all as their due.
They built their empires on foreign shores,
And brought their ways and their creed.
And the people who lived there before,
Were made to change, to conform and concede.
Their language, their culture, their very names,
Were replaced with the colonizer's brand.
And they were told that their old ways were lame,
And that they must embrace the new command.
So they dressed in the clothes of the conqueror's land,
And they spoke in a tongue not their own.
And they forgot their own traditions so grand,
And adopted the conqueror's ways as their throne.
And so the years passed, and the empire fell,
And the conquerors went back to their own.
But the people who lived there, they still dwell,
In a land that is no longer their home.
