Wild men untouched by the reachers of civilizations
They wanted their money's worth
To gaze of the simple ways of the little brown people
Arranged by the authorities
Testing there strength, speed and skills
And there is no silence until late at night
When all the visitors are gone and they are finally left alone
No place to plant or hunt
No mountains
No rivers
Their houses are tough as trees
By the reachers of civilizations