R William Standish Poet Free verse

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Our music speaks to us, it reflects our past 
A tribute to the ones brave enough to create it
Rhythmic power celebrates their voices but they are fading fast
Native culture something for the media shows only when they see fit 

Indigenous survival is threatened now
Exploitation, isolation, and loss
A future on our land is beyond our view somehow
We have given all through our open hand at tremendous cost

A simple life too much to ask but all we desired
Live in harmony with the land and respect what nature provides
If we had anything of value it was bargained away by greed that conspired
Traffic our path, our land and now our people, the simple way out are the countless suicides

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Caren Krutsinger June 9, 2019 at 7:30 PM Truer words were never spoken. "Our music speaks to us, it reflects our past A tribute to the ones brave enough to create it" This is absolutely heartfelt and real. R William Standish June 9, 2019 at 7:40 PM Caren, thank you so much for your encouraging words. The struggles of the Canadian Indigenous people are very real and so overlooked. The spirit of their music is such a strong foundation for their identity and history, their legends are passed on in rituals and art. It is a beautiful thing to embrace but is not limited to them, the broader stroke of the brush is how other cultures share this segregation.