Our Heritage
Its our old land of gold
The land of our birth
Where our lives
Will be planted in
The six-inch box
Under it bowels in the
Cottage of ancestral abode

Oh! Why is our land
Chasing us out of
Of home to seek refuge
On cold winters land

Your greener beautiful
Head gear that serves
As the living sanctuary
For the birds of the airs
In the beast on the land
Has been slaughtered by the blade
Of chain saw
To be sent on the oceans
To the land of the cold air

The soil that grows
Trees with gold pods
Now goes out cup in hand
To beg the pauper who
Bought his conscience
In the black and white
Letters on the scroll

Out of your deep blue sea
I see “Sukwei”,“Posina”
And friends who grace
Our plates to praise
Our tongues on the table

Is this the land?
That was once the beautiful
Necklace of the tropics
That now covered
With a cloth of disgrace
As a stranger invades
Its beauty in the
Quest for dollars

I now see your
Skin dotted with holes
Where the ancient
Intruder derives its wealth
Our throats have
Banned itself from
Making peace with water

As you cry day in and day out
Your tears which once
Gave refreshing taste
To the our thirsty tongues
Now spill muddy waters

Oh! Have we
Sold our conscience
To the strangers pesewas?
Where lies your integrity?
Don’t we have the genes
Of the ancient warriors
Who fought the pale man
With their blood to
Get us our heritage
This is our heritage