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I Burn

2/27/2014

 

I Burn

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I came in with a raging heart

Memories of bullets flying over head

Soft deer skin covering my feet

A warrior that would never surrender

When all was lost we stood our ground

On the frozen earth in the last winter

Pledging our souls return

Wooden stakes marked the spot

We retained our honour, our heritage

Our lineage, honouring our promise

To the great grandfather

The pain of this return

Into the heart of despair

The enemies arms embraced us

Birthed us, took us in

Held us close, told us, they loved us

Gave us everything, everything they promised before

Money, power, prestige and fortune

But this new heart beat as before

Red blood, red heat, red fire

I burn your schools

I burn your upbringing

I burn your system

I burn your fake memories

And in turn I recall

The sound of beating drums

The songs of life, the songs of war

Ready to sing the last death song

The ghosts of the elders walk with me

Calling over council fires

Sweet smoke rises and I remember

Lift my head from deep slumber

I remember, I remember everything

The genocide, the screams of children and mothers

Bearing the wounds of our ancestors

They push me towards awakening

They force me to remember

I can't sleep from their deafening whispers

From their incessant persistence

They say there is no release

Till I surrender, till I forgive

The enemies of my fathers

So for thirty years I bore this promise

Carried it like weighted rocks upon my back

As I drowned myself in fire water 

I stumbled at the precipice

And would of fallen over

If you had not come to save me

To lift me from my destruction

To carry me home

To the hills of my forefathers

To the buttes of the forgotten

And there at Kingfisher falls

I broke the arrows

I tore them from my skin

And threw them in clear water

I took the suffering from my back

And buried it in the rocks below the river

I washed myself in its icy embrace

And forgave all those that had conquered

I poured medicines into the rushing waters

And called to grandfather, crying to heal me

Heal the nations and all our people

So no more would we return in anger

No more would we seek revenge

But instead, would walk in  honour

The kind that we hold so dear

The reason why we fought

Till we were lost in the fight

Lost to the heart

Of this raging fire

​I burn


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