Where do I come from?
Where was I born?
From my Mother?
From my Father?
Here, here. HERE!
I am one and the same
As the land that my ancestors tamed:
Of the people of the land.

Where is my navel?
In the labour of the land,
The child holding my hand,
My own hands that held my parent’s.

Where are we going?
To the nativity of our nativity:
To pass on what we are,
And pass down who we are.

The nation is not the pooled power,
But the collected genes and labour
Of the people who make it up,
And will continue to perpetuate its
And our existence:
To hail our nativity.

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