Sonnet For Indigenous Stations Of The Loss Poem by Danny Draper

We condemned to death first people's nations
Cared little for suffering brought to bear,
Faltering legacy at each station
Supplanting culture, but her love stayed there.
Compassionate siblings, a load to share
Reconciling truth, no longer veiled,
So far had they fallen, deepest despair,
Love of sisters on country may prevail.
Privations the norm, many just stumbled
Stripped of the fabric that bound them to land,
Affixed to loss, as ancient rights crumble,
Death, or assimilation as planned.
Rescued by respect, equals neath the Moon,
Proud caring siblings, one within her womb.

Danny Draper
2/2/2017