An Indian Spirit Poem by Chan Mongol

AN INDIAN SPIRIT
Poet Chan Mongol
(2006)


I am a man of first nation
Who is targeted for victimization.
For my wonderful sincerity
And for honesty, hospitality.

Sadness, emptiness to pour and bring
Kept our natives hopeless, in a losing ring.
No flashlight, no electricity
All in darkness, no kindness and pity.

Trees belonged to me! Land was mine
They robbed all when called me to dine.
A king became a beggar in his fate
To regain the empire is little too late.

Show me a sign and activate my spirit
I want to ride a horse my cousins to meet.
I will be busy in love and creation
To regain peace and my civilization.

You are killing my folks in isolation and sanctions
Putting chains on our necks in Reservations.
We look different and we have less education
Orchestrating our suicides is your provocation.

I am a man of first nation
Who is targeted for victimization.
For my wonderful sincerity
And for honesty, hospitality.