Native Land

Canada apologized last year for the way we treated our native people. May we earn their forgiveness.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

NATIVE LAND

 

 

I took the hand of a native man

I walked with him through his native land

I taught him how to pray

To a God he didn’t know

 

And then I took his sons and daughters

Put them in our holy schools

I said get down on your knees my children

And let me show you Christian rules.

Get down on your knees my children

I will show you Christian rules

 

I introduced him to the bottle

Medicine to ease his pain

Watched his spirit die a slow death

Every loss became my gain.

 

There were times I called him heathen

That and other lowly names

I was the watchman of his prison

Then I handed him the reins.

 

He stood guard on his own honour

And I doled out what I felt was fair

I stole his sole, then paid with dollars

It left no question that I cared.

 

 

I made a plan to keep my power

It was the best I could construct

Fear and shame and rage turned inward

Guaranteed he’d self-destruct.

Reviews

[Pamela A. Lamppa]

A very well written piece with touches of history and hard fact. I enjoyed this very much. ~Pamela

[~The Queen~]

Very well written Mike! Very well done! I look forward to read the rest.

-The Queen