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Rated: E · Poetry · Educational · #2195809
Natives are still not native until the government says so. The Qalipu of NL are mistreated
They Are Lost

They are lost.
They wander concrete paths
Tread through forests of cement, plastic and steel.

They are lost
These serpent folk who deal
Forked tongues flashing
Tasting the political air
To lie, debate, and steal.

They are lost.
They drink from the poison cups
Eat the white father’s rotten meat
To hunt and fish on native land…
That fast fading dream
Lies broken at their feet

They are lost.
Doing what they’re told
Implementing their discriminatory decrees
Our chieftain, a beggar king,
Falls swiftly to his knees.

They are lost.
With every agreement
the more they betray
the ancestors, Mother Earth,
red spirits waken to
another whitewashed day

G. Gabriel
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