Native Land

Our Prime Minister recently pologized for the way Canada has treated our native people. Now all that�s left is to 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

 

Then I took his son’s and daughters

Put them in our holy schools

And I said get down on your knees my children

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 soul and 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 rage and shame turned inward

Guaranteed he’d self-destruct

Reviews

[Elzereth]

Wow, this is a very moving and emotional poem. It actually brought tears to my eyes as I pictured the horrors that the Native Americans have gone through. You have an amazing way with words.