This Land
When I awoke this morning
The sunny scape was grand
I realized I'm squatting here
On someone else's land
Someone who for centuries
Had roamed this vast terrain
Mostly uninhabited
In sun and wind and rain
Who cherished all its bounty
The spirits will atest
Who gazed on all its beauty
Their friendship was the best
Owning but belonging to
In perfect harmony
Owing only to the creatures
For sustainability
Someone now who roams no more
Confined by his oppressor
The guest who once was welcome
Your governing aggressor
With water you could walk on
Just no way to strive
Total persecution
A struggle to survive
Residential Schools
The Highway of Tears
Murdered and Missing Women
Count them through the years
I'm pretty sure I bought it
Worked hard all my life
To build our house upon
My children and my wife
Maybe I was shafted
And didn't even know
Maybe they're good at it?
I'm here to tell you so
I won't be satisfied
Til my friends are on the mend
Til we can wander far and wide
But still not even then
When we stand tall and healthy
And proud might do the trick
When we're all looking down on them
And they're all ducking sick
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