These Our Brothers and Sisters

I dream that my Nation is free again. I dream that my Nation can live on the sacred grounds, close to where our forefathers are buried. I dream that we can perform our rituals to God – no longer savages, but His children. Indigenous people are biting to the rhythm of the pulse of Mother Earth, on our peace proclaiming drums. You can conquer, you can kill, but alas, it won’t last. I got voices in my head, telling me, that I have to fulfil my dream.