The first day we arrived, under a strong rain,
That night we ate pilau, relieving the pain.
We asked, soaked and with only land to bribe:
"Will ownership help rebuild our tribe?"
But they refused, taking a helmet in hand,
Filled to the brim, a sign to help us mend.
That's how we survived, in a land of spruce.
Maybe you can guess, what they gave us to make truce.
Hint:
In all but the question, you should seek the light,
Because the clues to the answer, are hidden in plain sight!