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We’re settled nomads

Fidget in place

Persecuted by both sides

But we’ve found our space

We’ve been able to put down roots in a soil not our own

We’ve fed our families, worked our hands down to the bone

We do not fight, we turn our cheeks as best we can

Please leave us alone and we will work your land

The spirit of Münster

Long left behind

The terrors beyond us

We are not entwined

We’ve spent so long in place and yet we are apart

For centuries our culture unchanged from the start

We hold our faith close in the face of enemies

Non-violence is the path to everlasting peace.

The world outside means us harm

But here we can work our farms

Rage and lust surround our fields

Lord God to you…. We kneel