Fall away from the ground, from the land you have known
All of your days. A new world haze, as the tears fall &
Land in this foreign place, far from home. Far from all
That you've loved & have ever known. Dispossessed
Calling. This culture is burning. They don't want you to
Think now; they don't want you to breath now. They don't
Want you speaking your tongue. They don't want you to
Live now. They want to keep your culture down. Fall away.
Fall alone, far away from the coasts that you have known.
Where you've grown.
Far way from that language that you spoke as a son to the
Ones left behind.
A culture burns.