Leave and Let Live

 

South of the Oomagalumi, west of the Dumas Falls

Is a village of  tranquil sobriety

Home to the Kumkwatcalls.

A peaceful race of people, who hunt for frogs by day

And spend their nights in dreamland

Far, far away.

The women are lithe and slender, tall for a forest race

While the men are short but stocky

With scars upon the face.

They trade with the Droolinoomah, another forest tribe

Swapping frogs for groggle,

Of which they both imbibe.

A potion made with herbs, gathered from the forest floor

Giving visions of the future,

The basis for their law.

Life for them seems simple, beneath forest leaves of green

Let’s hope that it remains so,

Pray they’re never seen!

For all too often we come, with intention good but flawed

Looking for prosperity,

Ethnicity ignored!

South of the Oomagalumi, west of the Dumas Falls

Live in peace my brothers,

Pray progress never calls.

 

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