Battle Won!
Into the misty dawning,grandmother sun comes smiling,a burst of molten
golden glory bringing joy to the hearts that are watching,and a song lifts to
fill the valley.
Day after day the battle rages,dust choked air surrounds us,pain has
become our constant companion as we watch our children dying,put up our heads
and keep fighting.
Through the fog thick as cotton,floats a sound that makes our hearts go
soaring,thin but strong voice of an Elder saying,remember why you are
fighting.
Hope that one day we will find peace,prayers that these others
leave,belief in what our ancients taught us,a way of life we have lived forever.
So hard,our peoples tried to teach them,to learn as well what they were
saying,to understand the changes,but we will not accept them as our betters.
We are,a People strong and true,warriors born to lead and guide,gentle
loving and filled with hope,keepers of our Mother Earth.
Once more the cannon thunders and we fall before it,once more their guns
rain death and destruction,once more they claim our hearts to walk on.
This is a morning filled with wonders,as those who battle find their
spirits renewed,the urging of those gentle voices,telling us to fight on
children.
Dead and dying lay around us,mangled bodies torn by their
weapons,brother,sister,father
golden glory bringing joy to the hearts that are watching,and a song lifts to
fill the valley.
Day after day the battle rages,dust choked air surrounds us,pain has
become our constant companion as we watch our children dying,put up our heads
and keep fighting.
Through the fog thick as cotton,floats a sound that makes our hearts go
soaring,thin but strong voice of an Elder saying,remember why you are
fighting.
Hope that one day we will find peace,prayers that these others
leave,belief in what our ancients taught us,a way of life we have lived forever.
So hard,our peoples tried to teach them,to learn as well what they were
saying,to understand the changes,but we will not accept them as our betters.
We are,a People strong and true,warriors born to lead and guide,gentle
loving and filled with hope,keepers of our Mother Earth.
Once more the cannon thunders and we fall before it,once more their guns
rain death and destruction,once more they claim our hearts to walk on.
This is a morning filled with wonders,as those who battle find their
spirits renewed,the urging of those gentle voices,telling us to fight on
children.
Dead and dying lay around us,mangled bodies torn by their
weapons,brother,sister,father
In the village that waits behind us,grandmothers gather the young for
running,slipping away into the mountains,finding safe places to hide them.
The war we can not win in one battle,the loss here will stagger minds
forever,that we continue at all is due to the teachings of our ancestors.
As the face of Father Sky clears, a sight to freeze hearts appear,massed
upon the valley floor are thousands,death waits here on this hillside,and we
accept it.
Will they ever see the beauty that is our world,those who take what is
not theirs,will they understand it is not for using,but for sharing?
Silence,Grandmother Sun is setting,blood red,swirled with rainbow
colors,the days dust has finally settled,a ragged cheer is sent up,as the last of
the People falls in death.
A day has passed,of freedom fighting,of the desperate cry of a defending
People,watching,crying,fightin
stolen.
And do those who do the killing,understand or regret the slaughter,do
they see the blood soaking,into the lands that birthed us,and know,they have in
truth lost more than they gained?
That they shut one more door to their Creator,block one more path to
truth and learning,that the voice they try so hard to silence is ancient beyond
the knowing?
Those little ones and grandmothers hiding,they make to each other a
blood promise,we will not forget,we will not forgive,but we will live,we will
survive,and one day,we will no more cry,but will bring justice!
as told by my grandmother
granny
12.03.2007 03:19 NYM Warriors Targeted & Arrested At Anti-olympic Protest
Once again colonial fascism rears its ugly head as the colonial brownshirts (vancouver police) arrested three Native Warriors on February 13, 2007 for protesting the 2010 winter olympic games, scheduled to take place in unceded Squamish Territory (whistler re: vancouver). In yet another example of colonial terrorism, the kops arrested NYM Warrior Tselletkwe, of the Secwepemc Nation, Gord Hill of the Kwakwaka'wakw Nation, and Lynn Highway of the Anishnabe Nation. The kops, well known for the terrorism they inflict on Indigenous Peoples, also arrested members of the Indigenous Resistance Organizing Committee (IROC).As the vancouver olympic organizing committee and the vancouver board of trade (businessmen) were celebrating their unveiling of a "3 year countdown clock" in the downtown business district in vancouver, one Native Warrior stormed the stage and took over the microphone, yelling "Fuck the olympics" until the kops managed to capture him and haul him away.
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