Orenda
Hey Joseph, my friend
On first day that we met
You signed book; we had words.
I was sure you would win.
Talk was short; and I left.
With me thought has remained.
“Sun’s risen as it did
Years ago for Blacks;
By Luther, Malcolm X”
Now is time
Now is time
Now is time
For owners of the land
First Nations, Indians
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