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 POETESS JASMYN DAY

There was a time,
when my people covered this land
the mountains, hills and rivers;
free as the sea
now, these places are only a memory
now, we have nothing to lose,
and nothing to gain
Your skin is not my skin,
your God not my God;
how then can we be brothers?
sacred be their resting place,
and hallowed be their grave;
the pale faces on a stone
mine dwelling, unforgotten,
white man will never be alone
for the dead are not powerless
Day and Night cannot dwell together,
how then can we be brothers?
our destiny reigns with the Great spirit,
your destiny reigns with your God;
Tribe follows Tribe,
Nation follows Nation
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POETESS JASMYN