That place called Indus

Im gonna embrace you to a story of never forgotten.. My ancestors are gypsies so am i, from the Kale branch..

My ancestors made an armor of their flesh and bones, which passed through generations of men, and each generation made it the crimson red color it is today..
I remember a place called a riverbed in a land where myrrh and francine grew once, we built a home on top of the riverbed, clean running water, a system of agriculture before we even took our first step in Egypt. We used the night sky and the sun in it, and for the first time a wheel was invented we can call it the first gift of the prime mover. We worshipped fire and mother Gaia they always somehow came hand in hand, and for the first time we dictated rules for everyone to live by in peace, a council of elders decided the punishment not a self proclaimed justice group of primates..
We made this our home for millenia, when food was in abundance there was no need for wars, for survival and skills were taught from father to son and mother to daughter. We set out to teach the world the message of love and peace, the twelve tribes of our nation started their journey.. But when the white man saw what we had, they changed the story, a story of love became a story of fear.. So we made a deal, we will serve the King of Kings, we will serve the one who climbs the throne of human bones.. But we never forget our home in that little place called Indus

Hello Kumiho, that is beautiful indeed. It seems I am ignorant of the gypsies for the most part, is that a for the most part verbatim tale? I always thought gypsies were really cool though. Some sort of mystery/intrigue enters my brain whenever I hear "gypsie"