How do we expect a man
To fight for a birthright
That was ripped away,
Except by drawing blood?
First his own,
Tearing his skin with each fresh kill,
Thinking that all he needed was the brand,
The proof that he can take it,
That things must work
The way they do where we raised him:
Blood for blood for blood
Until he's trained to see the only solution
Is to drain the colonizer.
I don't know if I have an answer
He would accept,
Certainly not from my mouth,
But I see hope in the eyes of the women
Standing in a circle of protection.