"From whence do thou come to us?
With scanty hair and shoes covered in dust,
And face so white like clouds just after dusk,
And voice like many speaking at once"
"From the world beyond, I have come,
To behold the world I fought to form,
How thou trampleth on my legacy like Caucasian rugs,
And to tell thee that the worst is yet to come"
"Ye are not of this world indeed,
And what ye has spoken, we heed,
But do not perceive what they mean,
We implore thee to tell us what thou knoweth or have
seen"
"Because ye has asked, I shall tell,
Thy world was built on the bones and blood of men,
To see it crumble is a sight, so hard to stare,
But indeed the worst is not yet here"
