They ran with the wolves
\nIn the wildest terrain
\nThe wilderness beckoned
\nThey were never a drain
\nOn the ways of their mother
\nWho ruled far and wide
\nThey were the indigenous
\nDeep down inside<\/p>\n
The women would nurture
\nThe women would grow
\nA life of fulfilment
\nA life as we know
\nThat was hard it impacted
\nSo much of their life
\nThe men were the Warriors
\nEating up strife<\/p>\n
These times things were harsh
\nFor they lived and they died
\nOut in the open country wide
\nThey were the guardians
\nThey were the soul
\nOf the environment
\nThe shared control<\/p>\n
Their culture was rich
\nWith the fabric of life
\nLight streamed down through them
\nTheir aura was bright
\nThey ran with the wolves
\nAnd the Buffalo hordes
\nThey used simple weaponry
\nAnd their rewards<\/p>\n
Were their truest spirit
\nTheir promise was all
\nThey lived in the moment
\nThe Warriors call
\nThey were close to the earth
\nIn a positive way
\nAnd they lived by the sun and the moon
\nEvery day<\/p>\n
They were grounded and evolved
\nBy just being whole
\nEating macrobiotically
\nReaching each goal
\nWith an ethos of caring
\nAnd of Sharing their lot
\nWith a wonderful outwardness
\nWhich you could spot<\/p>\n
They were hard they were strong
\nAnd they learned very fast
\nTheir stage had been set
\nThey were the cast
\nThey had to make it
\nThey had to be
\nAble to cope
\nTo the highest degree<\/p>\n
There was trust and direction
\nTheir intimacy
\nIn the context of life
\nWas no real mystery
\nThey had logic and reasoning
\nAnd they could see
\nThe vision before them
\nOf infinity<\/p>\n
As we know there were wars
\nAnd many were lost
\nThey came into conflict with
\nThe white man the cost
\nThough they ran with the wolves
\nThey died with them too
\nWilder than wild
\nTheir hearts broken through<\/p>\n
And so they were moved from their places
\nOf rest
\nThe land they had conquered
\nAll they did invest
\nIn blood sweat and sharing
\nWas taken away
\nThey were given reserves
\nAnd were then made to pay<\/p>\n
Massive upheavals
\nAnd disparity
\nHave followed the tribes
\nThe iniquity
\nOf the ruling governments
\nWho came along
\nTo destroy their culture
\nAnd where they did belong<\/p>\n
It sickens me really
\nTo hear the squaws cry
\nThey were slaves to the system
\nUnder the sky
\nNo other people strived for a life
\nAnd received nothing back
\nBut a great wave of strife<\/p>\n
And now on their sacred lands
\nRiddled with blood
\nWith their precious ancestors
\nLost in the mud
\nThe great ruling classes
\nHave been unfair
\nDestroying so much
\nOf what others did share<\/p>\n
So many lost souls
\nTheir howls fill the sky
\nSo many spirits are wondering why
\nMan was so bitter man so unkind
\nFailing to see the extent of their mind
\nThey were the country
\nThey should have been
\nRewarded and given
\nThe countryside green<\/p>\n
Not thrown out and made to walk
\nMiles to their place
\nRocky and ugly and just a disgrace
\nBut again they were up for it
\nAnd they slaved
\non
\nAnd recreated the world
\nThat had gone<\/p>\n
And now what we see
\nIn this corporate sin
\nThese great soulless entities
\nOnce more begin
\nTo take from the Angels of the countryside
\nTo steal and to deal and then it’s denied
\nSuch greed and such arrogance
\nSuch ruthless men
\nWith power that’s corrupting
\nAnd why I pen<\/p>\n
So many words the indigenous they
\nAre once again fighting
\nFor their judgement day
\nFish farms have happened
\nPipe lines of crude
\nDark dirty arteries that could exude
\nFilth and destruction
\nUpon Them for they
\nHave visited hell
\nEvery single dark day<\/p>\n
NOrth Dakota to Illinois
\nAll those long miles
\nENergy Transfer of Dallas
\nTheir smiles
\nAre not to be trusted
\nFor a pipeline can be
\nDreadfully dangerous
\nThat much all can see
\nThe Sioux and Lakota
\nCombined In Their fight
\nTo remain where they are
\nAnd to live with the light<\/p>\n
In Canadafish farms
\nHave spread Ear and far
\nThey are ignorant pastimes
\nAnd tragically scar
\nThe beaches the estuaries
\nThe fish stocks the sea
\nPollution is rife
\nAnd so is the pLea
\nFrom the indigenous peoplesSuffering so
\nAll of those villages around their they know
\nThe extent of this evil
\nIt spreads everywhere
\nAnd their very existence
\nIs one of despair<\/p>\n
The Norwegian and Japanese
\nPirates of pain
\nHave stolen their lands
\nAnd how can they gainAnd pollute
\nWhat is not there’s
\nSimply because
\nThey are corporate evil
\nWho run their affairs<\/p>\n
In far off capitals
\nAcross the sea
\nThey steal and they aggravate
\nThe people who be
\nTossed off their lands
\nIn such ignorant ways
\nA tolerant breed
\nAt a terrIble phase
\nIt cannot go on
\nThese evils must cease
\nThe First Nation people
\nMust see some release
\nThey are clearly threatened
\nTheir salmon is too
\nWe must rise. With our brothers and sisters
\nAnd do<\/p>\n
Whatever it takes for the winds now all blow
\nThe rains are so acidic
\nThe trees do not grow
\nThe leaves are now blackening
\nThe soil now is too
\nWe are killing our mother
\nAnd all this is true<\/p>\n
MUSGAMADWD ZAWADA EUNXW
\nKINGCOME VILLAGE
\nGILFORD VILLAGE
\nALERT BAY<\/p>\n
Eviction notices lodged
\nOn all 27 farms<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
They ran with the wolves In the wildest terrain The wilderness beckoned They were never a drain On the ways of their mother Who ruled far and wide They were the indigenous Deep down inside The women would nurture The … Continue reading