lovers of the land
walking on Mother Earth with reverence
in harmony with all that is
wisdom-keepers, holding the ancient ways
of those who lived in harmony with nature
for ten thousand years
incomprehensible to them
when the ghost-walkers arrived
taking life from the earth without regard
giving nothing back,
no limits to greed and destruction,
banning prayer, prohibiting language,
trying to eradicate a culture
the word we are too guilty to speak: genocide
the social structure we are
too embarrassed to recognize: apartheid
driven from the beloved homeland
they watered the Trail of Tears
with their sorrow, their blood, their bones
Those who survived bequeathed a strong spirit
to those who followed after,
though it took a hundred years for despair to abate
enough for the warrior spirit
Now watch those Rainbow Warriors, rising
strong in spirit, in culture
listen to the beating of the drums
rallying, vibrating across this land
hear their songs, see their dances
hear them speaking, strong in their message:
We are awake.
We are Idle No More.
The spirits from the ancestors
who walked that Trail of Tears
are standing with the warriors
and are clamoring to be heard:
You have lived wantonly on Mother Earth,
reaping destruction, without thought
for the seven generations ahead.
Awaken! Bring your souls out of hiding.
Ready your hands and hearts to till and replant,
mend and restore the Earth Mother.
Repair the devastation,
before we all are lost.