My Quest
I profess not to oppress
Yet I stand on native land
In my quest to be my best
As I try to understand
How someone else could say
To someone in their way
Your rights you must relinquish
Your flame we shall extinguish
It cuts me to the bone
And eats away my pride
Searching for my roots
And finding genocide
Searching madly for a word
One I've never even heard
Any other is absurd
Since a spade is not a bird
But all I have are words
How can I make it right
How can I close my eyes
When I try to sleep at night
I listen and I grieve
Right here on my duff
Heaven surely knows
That will never be enough
For all of my existence
Though I am but a wretch
For all that I hold dear
I've learned to say .. miigwetch
Copyright © Mike Martin | Year Posted 2021
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