How the Days Will Be

[grimrose_eilwynn]

"Indeed, the enemy,

Though in his life

He was a person given to falsehood,

He has become one to foretell

How the world will be,

How the days will be.

That during his time,

We may have good days,

Beautiful days,

Hoping for this,

We shall keep his days.

Indeed, if we are lucky,

During the enemy's time

Fine rain caressing the earth,

Heavy rain caressing the earth,

We shall win.

When the enemy's days are in progress,

The enemy's waters,

We shall win,

His seeds we shall win,

His riches we shall win,

His power,

His strong spirit,

His long life,

His old age,

In order to win these,

Tirelessly, unwearied,

We shall pass his days.

Now, indeed, the enemy,

Even one who thought himself a man,

In a shower of arrows,

In a shower of war clubs,

With bloody head,

The enemy,

Reaching the end of his life,

Added to the flesh of our earth mother."

- Zuni Native American poem