Reservation

Restricted access keeps us locked up inside where we cannot ever escape Everywhere we go, white picket fences turn into iron bars and barbed wire Safe places do not exist anymore Even the place that we call home has become a barren jail cell of its own Rising sun now symbolizes another day of pain and sorrow and regret Vacant fields with no crops are only the first sign of a dying culture A lie has been built upon the idea of a perfect and happy society They push us all away, expecting us to live in sanctuary and hold onto our customs "In God We Trust" they say.... Only where is God in all of this suffering? Nowhere…..