Trip
I went to
The unknown,
The sacred,
Land of love.
I met the
Buffalo,
Massacre,
And murder,
And murder.
Saw graves everywhere;
Among them mass grave.
I went to
The fighters,
Peacemakers
And lovers…
Visited victimised innocents
(Those tried as devils,
Hung by necks
Like trees around them.)
I was guest
To heroes, Tootoosis.
I sat and ate with them
Smoked pipe and listened
Worshipped the Mother Earth.
I will fight till I die
For the right and righteous.
I am and will help the
Indigenous, First Nations.
Others are, as I see
The lovely siblings
Only if in peace shoe
To love and to respect
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem