‘They will come on a boat with no outrigger, these children, these branches of the same tree that gave us life. Their bodies will be different from ours, but they will be our brothers, branches of the same tree. They will take our Land for themselves, they will overturn our established order, and the sacred birds of land and sea will gather to mourn.’ A clear-sighted prediction that no one wanted to hear.
Mourning throughout all that is indigenous as this treachery continues
