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Beware of the white men,
You dwellers on the shore.
In the time of our fathers,
White men descended on this island.
One said to them: here is land,
May your wives cultivate it;
Be just, be good,
And become our brothers.
The white men promised, and yet
They built entrenchments.
A menacing fort arose;
The thunder was enclosed
In brass canons;
Their priests wanted to give us
A God that we did not know;
They spoke at last
Of obedience and of slavery.
Sooner death!
The carnage was long and terrible;
But despite the lightning that they vomited,
And that crushed whole armies,
They were all exterminated.
Beware of the white men!
We saw new tyrants,
Stronger and more numerous,
Plant their flag on the shore:
The sky fought for us;
It made rain fall on them,
Tempests and poisonous winds.
They are no more, and we live free.
Beware of the white men,
You dwellers on the shore.
‘Madagascan Song’, Évaryste de Parny
