Do not presume me dead because I sleep –
It has happened before, on both these and distant shores
Nor assume there are covenants I shall not keep –
Merely because I have arrived at a point of gentleness.
In your well-planned show of force in streets that welcomed you
Do not suppose the quiet stones have not flesh in reserve to back up
Those values which was earned, as all peoples did
A place deserved for this tribe – as much as any deserved by yours.
Do not mistake politeness and tolerance
For indefinite patience.
Nor fads of navel gazing or self-examination
As commitment to self-extermination.
That which was painstakingly built
And towers gargantuan above the best that you have yet managed
Will not be lost – to either force, or, philosophy.
Any territories given were not your victories
And no further inch shall be ceded.
Presume not multitudes of bodies, concentrated visibly, outweigh calm reason
or quiet rage
Nor assume those you slander, at some point, will not decide to deserve your
Mistake not church pews as barometers of faith
Nor lawyers as sovereigns
Or politicians for powerful
These isles have stood for thousands of years
And not everyone on them have agreed to be ashamed
Because lesser tribes have learned to demand such.
Respect, tolerance is mutual…
Or survival won’t be.
Do not presume me dead because I sleep.