We are at war with the dam builders
they wish to take down our forest
kill the river we the Indigenous Kiapo
Must fight the good fight
we must prepare ourselves strengthen
our will and go forward into battle
for what is right
its has nothing to do with ego
our courage must be tempered with
spirit and soul
we must attack the Amyu killer wasps absorb their
stings and by overcoming them
take on their power
suffer terribly hour after hour,
win back the control
they were tenacious each sting a poisoned arrow
our bodies torn a’sunder aching so
their connectedness an coagulation
inextricable we know
we broke open the complete nest
with vigour an integrity
we were attacked vehemently
bedlam and chaos ensued
we fell down in turbulence and tumult
unhinged and imbued
Our whole bodies raced with pain
That manifested everywhere
we even tasted it the despair
Again and again
everywhere we were crying
and were defying
the ancestors cold feel our power
increase on the hour
we are ready to take on the dam builders
for our power is now immense
spirit of the forest
of the river
of the ancestors
it now makes sense
we are ready now to fight
and beat them
with our our insatiable
Might.