Take your flags and declarations.
They mean nothing to this earth and the skin that covers it. I have taught myself to speak a language that hurries the wind and brings the ocean to my very toes. Nothing you say can undo what is in my blood.

Take your gun powder and smallpox.
The violence you threaten is nothing compared to that which has already been done.

Take your god and the skin it worships.
Let my cries be worship to the way it rains, to the way it grows, to the way it is warm enough to ripen and far enough to not burn.