You have trespassed on my soil, manned
You have stolen my nation and my land
Killed all the songbirds, the larks

You have eradicated any sense of glee
But everything you have taken from me
Around it, you will find claw marks

There's tears on the floor
And bullet holes in the door
And blood and dirt under my nails

You've made me flee from my own home
The place I live in and roam
And yet you still don't know what that entails.