Seduced by greed, they call us names.
For them, it is a kind of confidence game.
We are harassed into a doleful shame.
Thence from us, they continue to pilfer.
What nature's fine gifts on us did confer.
They take our gold, diamond, and myrrh.
So, bestir from our roots, we have wandered.
But, now far away, others astir have wondered.
They asked, from all those riches, why we roam?
We stirred to clarify why we were far from home.
We arise to avoid a ship of fools on our shores.
For our homes now parade fetid eyesores.
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