Indigenous Poem by Robert Rittel

The tree of senses keeps me close to my conscience,
liberating the bondage of believes in existence.
In certainty of identification to belong in effect,
by family as race and nationality towards self-image detect.
The individual perspective by self awareness in social situation,
maintains for the observers affirmation towards recognition.
The body language in color of skin in particular,
revealing the indigenous humanity curricular.
The status quo of race and native are the history,
righteous beliefs trapped by inherited mystery.
Take your courage to eternal universal action,
creating the self of truth to the freedom of beliefs as attraction.
Then every belief creates the relevants of attachments of some not belief,
only the divine order by faith is the relieve.
National identification as living force by being a patriot,
false securities claiming political manipulation as idiot.
Humanity as spirit knowledge on earthly quest,
the truth in purpose has its color and social status as test.