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By Matt Red Deer Driggers
Imagine you with no world
Imagine a world where no music was playing,
then think of a world where nobody's praying.
If you ever looked up at the sky where no stars are shining.
then you've seen a picture of you with no world.
Have you walked in a garden where nothing was growing?
or stood by a river when nothing was flowing?
If you've seen a red rose unkissed by the dew,
then you've seen a picture of you with no world.
Can you picture the spirit world with nobody singing?
Or a quiet Sunday morning with no little kids playing.
Can you see people what has got to be done?
We got to save our world or there won't be any sun!
Another day in Chains......
Another day in chains screams wracking the nerves echoing
down corridors, my mind seeks escape from the monotony of
incarceration, from the punishment of repetitiveness.
I begin to feel the sun that never shines in here, I start to
feel the wind these thick walls keep out, that are kept so far
away, I again see the sights that seclusion stole away.
I taste the food, and freedom that has ceased to pass
these lips, I hear the music and hearty laughter, that
has long since died away, I hold the body close to mine
that has forgotten where I stay, I whisper words of hope
and of futures that I thought I'd never again say.
My heart, my spirit, a constant battle unconscious,
conscious of the vile surroundings: how I have learn
to hate. The little things in life I miss have made me
appreciate, each all the more: how I learned to love!!!
The child, the innocent banter so long ago, so far it
seems: the giggles, the smiles, the endless questions
soon grown and gone, all in a whisper of time.
My heart cries for just a little time to fight for folk
and family, the spirit of the wind brought me sweet memories,
that I pray one day these dreams will be....
Sometimes
Sometimes when I'm alone, I listen to the rain
as it falls past my window, every drop sounds the same.
Sometimes I count the bricks, that surround me day and night.
Sometimes I think of you and your image fills my sight.
Sometimes I hold your hand when I pretend that you are near,
and when I try and kiss you, you always disappear.
Sometimes I lay awake in this cold empty bed,
I listen to my heartbeat, as thoughts of you flow through my head.
Sometimes I hear your voice when I awaken from a dream,
Sometimes I want to escape, but I don't know where to run,
because if I could, I would.
I would run so far away where no clouds can't hide the sun.
Yet all the times I feel so happy each time I get a letter,
you know just what to say, and make my day so much better....
Sometimes I see a fallen star, and I wish that you were mine,
I believe that there's a place for you and I somewhere, someday, sometime.
What is an
Indian?
What is an Indian? Some confused people might ask.
Some people say that an Indian is a person who does
not work, but gets a check from the government.
Some say that an Indian is lazy and drinks his or
her life away.
But some may say that an Indian got a raw deal from
the government and he or she should get what they can
from the government.
Some say that the government should stop giving the
Native Indians land, checks, and let them make their
own way in this society.
My self I do not see an Indian in the same light as
these confused people see them. I see the Indians
around the Turtle Island, as a group of people
different in their own ways and tribes, but together
by a bond called culture.
I see my ancestors who fought for what was rightly
theirs, and when they won the whites branded them
with a name called savages.
I see the Indians as a group who fought the against
overwhelming odds, and finally giving in for peace,
sign peace treaties, and some living to see the
treaties be broken one by one.
I see the Indians fight war after war giving their
lives to the Great Spirits for what was really theirs.
I see the Indians as a group of people who are proud
and rightly so, because they poses the secrets of life
that the whites has never discovered. I see the Elders
encouraging the young warriors " Always be proud of who
you are and what you are, and stay strong no matter where
you are at, and keep on fighting for freedom".
And when I think of what is an Indian in this light, my
chest gets full of pride and joy, and I say to myself
I AM AN INDIAN! AHO!
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