When six men can simplify six hundred tribes,
seemingly erasing their sacred spaces,
then covering their resilient red skin
with clown masks, and whitewashed faces,
it becomes quite evident that
their lives were deemed irrelevant.
This particular element of European settlement
was in fact, rather malevolent.
This bedevilment became the brick and mortar
building blocks that laid the foundation for the extermination
of indigeneous ancestral traces,
eliminating their authenticity,
and history, in order to eradicate
them from a stolen nation.
A genocide created by gunpowder treason,
an extinction over time that lacked humanity,
let alone any logic or reason.
From 18 million brave—
belittled and enslaved to pave
the bloodsoaked reserves that exist today,
with less than one-third of their original clique
laughed away an⁹d left to
decay on some heroic highway.
Statistics this stark should send
shockwaves across this stolen nation,
but instead are met with a silence
that's as stifling as strategic strangulation.
It's suffocating.
It's suffocating.
AND my soul cries for the lost tribes
of a lawless station,
invaded by a species deluded by
their imagination of having invented emancipation.
And yet, they still refuse to acknowledge allegations about
sisters, and mothers,
otherwise known as their
missing and murdered Indigenous relations.
As though mass graves beneath
Catholic enclaves were some kind of coronation,
and I'm not saying anything
aside from stating that
this conversation is long overdue.
It's about time we either flipped the script,
and fixed this broken system,
or changed their same old
divide and conquer, fear-monger-
ing corporately-scripted station.
