Indigenous Poem by Chan Mongol

INDIGENOUS
Poem by Chan Mongol
October 3 of 2021

Who didn't have native, indigenous character?
From East to West, North to South, in each corner.
We lost most what we had in the life of previous;
No more what we were in villages as indigenous.
It's contradictory, a shame for us in our false claims;
We altered dances, voices, clothes, homes, names.
We even don't know names of great grandparents;
In processes of lives, we are slaves of governments.
Being hypnotized to follow artificial rules and orders;
We are away from trees, air, soil, water and natures.
Off and on, we please and entertain winners and fakers;
With little dances and signs of forgotten cultures.
Don't pretend what you are no more in atmospheres;
Without hundred percent in civilized indigenous affairs.
As a critic, I bring up confusions from any seen matter;
Let the sentiment grow to return to the state of nature.
After changing the gear, have we become more safer?
Or, we entered in horror, in disastrous quagmire?