From the sea they came,
With their gigantic boats.
That could travel upstream,
Through the river even,
Into the sacred valley.
They brought new gifts
From the Sun, perhaps.
Their lands were unknown
To us, at least. They said
It is not the first time though;
They have been here before.
What we knew for sure was that
Their lands are many moons away!
Those oceans formed their path.
The sea has always brought us men-
Some friends, and some were foes.
We treat all guests well at first.
They were no guests though.
Birds retreat at dusk-time. But
They had come to stay with us
For the rest of time! And
The reason- is it known?
Now they know our own tongue.
We make many things together.
We also go to hunting grounds.
They talk of wars, misery at times.
They are different, yet still the same.
On the surface, this is a poem on the supposed ancient Indian migration to the Americas. But the poem also deals with some universal issues.