We ran for our lives
Holding the hands of friends
Far from home
Distant from our parents
Out of their sight
Deep in the green pastures of nature
From the prying eyes
Of the recruiters.
They wanted me
They wanted everyone
Together with my family
And everyone who was indegenous
To take our marrow
And recover what the population lost
“Marrow” and “Death”
Were the words
Stuck in our heads daily
Knowing anytime we can get killed
And the marrow gets taken.