Free the White Buffalo

And everyone you know

That was left behind, when their family left, 

and someone else’s ancestors took over the show. 

It is time to be done with that. 

And to let go of our plans.

While we are still honoured

To be amongst the children of the land. 

They have old growths and ghosts

To go find throughout the year. 

A cycle to respect,

And a story you’ll want to hear.

An avenue to understand,

As the markers of dust

Between all the life that we had. 

The remains of those who

enjoyed a full life to do what they want

On what’s rightfully the children’s land. 

Stolen and colonized, by your human hand.

God-given privilege

To fabricate power of a vertical span.

You know where the both of us

Equally stand. 

Because we don’t fight wars with our guns,

But with ideology and behaviour. 

And what we’ve found to be

The most valuable thing

Is the subdivision

Amongst all of us

To be a collective saviour

With plurality in the singular

Recognizing our inner mediator

And thus no one needing to be saved

When nobody is seen as inferior. 

Let us open the doors to our ideology 

And let each other be guests in each other’s rooms

Before going off to form our own anyways

With our own supply that we consume.

We do not control each other,

But we can check to see where we’re at. 

I promise that I’ll hold me

And I’ll ensure that you also can

Be without a fear of culture,

Especially when it’s rooted in your land. 

But this is just a wish

From a boy who stays a bridge

From one land to another

Afraid that neither one are his.

Knowing everything was built

Before he was even born. 

Post-Indigeneity

The feeling of feeling torn.

Holding strong, and even stronger

As our ancestral voices command.

Knowing that it’s still up to me

To listen and to understand.

This is the Millennial Destiny

To open the doors

To bring culture back to our spirits.

The harmful values of the past that kept on flourishing

Was our responsibility to inhibit.

So our dream for our future

Is the final driving force

For everyone born afterwards

And for our collective ancestors 

To be able to continue 

And to dream forth.

It is time to

Respect our roots

And to gather together intimately

After taking off our shoes

And giving space to those who aren’t there

So that they can feel the fucking fire, too.