We are on Native Land

Brent Michael Davids

Text (long stanzas) by Brent Michael Davids
Text (short stanzas) by members of the Mohican Writers Circle:
Bonney Hartley, Jon & Jo Ann Schedler, Cathy Caldwell, Judith Hartley, and Misty Cook.

That pilgrim hymn sung in “concert c”
From bering sea to bearing hate.
Damn the state mission to cultivate,
Orchestrate, legislate – a silent enemy.
Because, we’re on Native Land.

We carry the strength of our ancestors in our DNA,
those who fought to keep us alive

Your nobility resonates wise as thunder,
Cherokee, Munsee, Cree, and Menominee.
Please guide us to a photology?
What we don’t know if what we wonder.
Seeing, we’re on Native land.

We carry the love of our homelands,
whose rivers run in our veins

Empire scheming, predatory dreaming,
Landed our nearest and dearest under the bus.
Bad faith and genocide, there is much to discuss.
Please help us understand the meaning?
Considering, we’re on Native land.

We carry the essence of our culture, our language remains alive in us.
Once again we are free to be