Crescendo
The sparks
Fly across the moonlit sky
The flags wiggle
Against the cool night breeze
But a fire
Glows with pictures of
Apostles, crosses and bibles
This is not a seance
It is a healing ceremony
The ordained message,
Doctrine of Discovery,
Is burned with sage
Rage against a message
Of Good News
Turned into a deep
Mass extermination project
And centuries later
Fires burn churches
As young Indigenous children
Are unearthed from mass graves
Oh to be healed
The pain never ends
Many will never understand
But Indigenous bodies remember
And as these children are laid to rest
In an honored ceremony
The reconciliation process
Continues forever
Who is indicted
For such heinous crimes?
What about the survivors of genocide?
An unleashing of the
Indigenous collective unconscious
Screams this line:
“Indigenous people are bad.
Because of his idolatrous way, the Nobel Savage is evil.
We need to kill the Indian
To save mankind.”
This message is beat into all Indigenous souls
Everywhere.
It is a belief implanted by foreigners
To take the land and
Build a country in the name
Riches, sex and power
Masked as Divine Freedom
This message will be burned
And replaced with the Supreme Creator’s love
The trauma we all carry
Will be a wound that will
Never perfectly heal
Before our lesions recover
We must use fire to burn
White Supremacy