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 For all of our languages we can't communicate

 For all of our native tongues we're all natives here

 Sons of their fathers' dream the same dream

 The sound of forbidden words becomes a scream

 Voices in anger, victims of history

 Plundered and set aside, grown fat on swallowed pride.

 With promises of paradise and gifts of beads and knives

 Missionaries and pioneers are soldiers in disguise

 Saviours and conquerors they make us wait

 The fishers of men they wave their truth like bait

 With the touch of a stranger's hand innocence turns to shame

 The spirit that dwelt within now sleeps out in the rain.

 For all of our languages we can't communicate

 For all of our native tongues we're all natives here

 The scars of the past are slow to disappear

 The cries of the dead are always in our ears

 Only the very safe can talk about wrong or right

 Of those who are forced to choose some will choose to fight

 For all of our languages we can't communicate