06-26-2014, 08:49 AM
As I'm getting more replies, I think I want to clear up that this I don't want this to come off as implying that all indigenous peoples are good and all European newcomers were evil. There are both within each ethnicity/culture/etc. This dialogue between a native 'elder' and a foreign 'priest' is supposed to represent the spirit of this relationship between the colonized and colonizer in all its forms. I will edit it.
Priest:
"You must come with us, you don't belong here anymore.
Or you will flee to the Land of the West.
You must become the un-inhabitants,
For our destiny to manifest.
This world was given to us by powers up high,
By steel and by plague, you shall abide!"
Changed the first part by having the priest give an ultimatum. He gives an option to assimilate or go further west as the Cherokee were forced to on the Trail of Tears. I also thought of Bathory's One Rode to Asa Bay while writing this, a song of a fictional Nordic people's contact with Chrsitian invaders.
Elder:
"Your beasts and machines bring terror to us;
Your iron fist concealed by velvet glove.
The ground now bears the name of your oft-gloried one:
Conqueror, who has slain our daughters and sons.
Please leave, go away! Here's no glory for us.
Let us sheathe our bloodied blades,
Before this cannot be undone!"
Changed 'our land' to 'the ground.' Also, to keep in line with a fantasy theme, I changed 'conquerors with the singular figure, 'Conqueror.'
Priest:
"Fools! Savages! You haven't the sense
to claim your home on our continents.
We've come to civilize and spread the Holy Flame.
This wild, ancient, fertile place,
All for us to tame."
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Original
"You must go! You don't belong here anymore!
You will flee to the lands of the West.
You must become the un-inhabitants,
For our destiny to manifest.
This world was granted to us by powers up high,
By steel and by plague, you shall abide!"
Your beasts and machines bring terror to us;
Your iron fist concealed by velvet glove.
Our lands now bear the names of your oft-gloried ones:
Conquerors who've slain our daughters and sons.
Please leave, go away! Here's no glory for us.
Stay your hand, brothers, this can still be undone.
"Fools! Savages! You haven't the sense
to claim your home on our continents.
We've come to civilize and feed the holy flame,
This wild, ancient, fertile place,
All for us to tame."
Priest:
"You must come with us, you don't belong here anymore.
Or you will flee to the Land of the West.
You must become the un-inhabitants,
For our destiny to manifest.
This world was given to us by powers up high,
By steel and by plague, you shall abide!"
Changed the first part by having the priest give an ultimatum. He gives an option to assimilate or go further west as the Cherokee were forced to on the Trail of Tears. I also thought of Bathory's One Rode to Asa Bay while writing this, a song of a fictional Nordic people's contact with Chrsitian invaders.
Elder:
"Your beasts and machines bring terror to us;
Your iron fist concealed by velvet glove.
The ground now bears the name of your oft-gloried one:
Conqueror, who has slain our daughters and sons.
Please leave, go away! Here's no glory for us.
Let us sheathe our bloodied blades,
Before this cannot be undone!"
Changed 'our land' to 'the ground.' Also, to keep in line with a fantasy theme, I changed 'conquerors with the singular figure, 'Conqueror.'
Priest:
"Fools! Savages! You haven't the sense
to claim your home on our continents.
We've come to civilize and spread the Holy Flame.
This wild, ancient, fertile place,
All for us to tame."
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Original
"You must go! You don't belong here anymore!
You will flee to the lands of the West.
You must become the un-inhabitants,
For our destiny to manifest.
This world was granted to us by powers up high,
By steel and by plague, you shall abide!"
Your beasts and machines bring terror to us;
Your iron fist concealed by velvet glove.
Our lands now bear the names of your oft-gloried ones:
Conquerors who've slain our daughters and sons.
Please leave, go away! Here's no glory for us.
Stay your hand, brothers, this can still be undone.
"Fools! Savages! You haven't the sense
to claim your home on our continents.
We've come to civilize and feed the holy flame,
This wild, ancient, fertile place,
All for us to tame."