Horrible Takeovers
Our land as precious as gold,
Was taken from us all of a sudden.
It is a story that must be told,
From generation to generation.
The British, they were called.
So white, so peculiar, so different.
At first they were friendly,
But then tore everything apart.
Cut down our trees while we screamed,
And put up new buildings.
Our people cried in pain,
For the loss of our children.
They did not understand our sorrow,
at their colonization.
