[Intro: Sound of crackling fire, Soft laughter, A blend of French accordion and Mi'kmaq flute] [Verse 1: Monotone Spoken Word] "Before the ink was black, the world was red and gold. The Acadians didn't come with rulers; they came with seeds and salt. They built dikes where the tide met the marsh, leaving the deep forests for their brothers, the Mi'kmaq. They didn't own the land; they lived within its breath." [Verse 2: Monotone Spoken Word] "They were kin. Mixed blood, shared prayers under the cathedral of pines. When the English cannons roared, the Mi'kmaq hid their French brothers in the hollows of the hills. They shared the last of the dried meat while the houses burned on the shore. A bond sealed in smoke and tears." [Verse 3: Intense, Heartbreaking tone] "Then came the silence. The Great Expulsion. A vacuum created by a bayonet. When Samuel Holland arrived, he found the embers still warm, but the people gone. He took that hollow silence and filled it with sixty-seven cold, hard squares. He turned a family album into a business ledger." [Outro: The accordion plays a fading lullaby, slowly replaced by the sound of a cold, marching drum.] [Final Message: Gentle Whisper] "The shadows of the friends are still there, under the red clay." [End] [Stop]
