Bravo Isabel
I read of Katie-Max
Crawford's words to last
Till today, from past
And the times far away…
Love seeing that Katie
Stands to colonialists
As well as patriarchs
Home's, Church's…
All, we must, united
Use arrow and dagger
To butcher bag of lies
That "Brits discovered,
Improved and bettered! "
We know of the Eden
Of prairie's peoples
Burned into the ashes
By nasty occupiers…
Bravo Isabel
Bravo Isabel
Bravo Isabel
To me, you are fighter
As well as prophet
Of mankind and women.
Your Katie wins the Max
That bluffs and tracks
The lies of ancestors:
"British is better! "
Bravo Isabel
Bravo Isabel
Bravo Isabel
I beg of the people
Read the white,
Not written…
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