The ash tree, the oak tree, and the cedar
They live and stand strong before the storms,
Their branches touch and their roots join each other,
They cast their shade upon the land and receive the sun
As the sun rises.
The tiger, the lion, and the wolf
Dwell in the same forest.
They hunt together, and in the night
They guard their young from strangers.
They drink from the same stream
And roam the same valley.
The eagle, the hawk, and the canary
Fly and circle the sky together.
They build their nests on the same hill and in the same tree.
They sing, play, and they eat from the same field.
It is my people,
Only my people,
Who kill and murder each other.