Intermarriage
Am tired of judgements
While lacking awareness.
Who the hell are judges?
What about the defence?
Or governments' lawyers?
I laugh when reading the
Half-breeds and hybrids
And royals, monarchies,
Mestizos and the Métis,
Find couple, get married.
Is it lust? Need? Or love?
Or based on some culture?
Shame on White in looking
At women of Cree,
(Calling them Squaws)
As if whores, selling body.
Scarce are the writers,
Historian-characters
Who see deep in fact of:
"Don't marry same blood, "
In cases till wave dies…
Forever and ever, and ever
(Good or bad is culture,)
Neither I attack nor
Have the right to defend,
But surely look at them
Carefully, eyes opened.
Mature men and women
Go search for partners
For it go the long ways.
So, Cree, Wood, plain
Blackfoot and others
Are somehow related.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I laugh when reading the Half-breeds and hybrids And royals, monarchies, Mestizos and the Métis, Find couple, get married. very interesting thoughts.. tony