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Our beloved native people of Kanata.
First love of this land but last on the list.

First nation,

first people,
original symbiotic partner of the land.

Now lost and destitute.
Cast off from your high places,
forced off your secret lands.

Forced into caretaker/caregiver relations.
Enforced parent/guardian stewardship;
overlord dictated trustees and overseers.

Victims of weaponize law.
Enforced legality,
enshrined in legal fundamental sins.

Robbed of human worth;
destruction of sustaining/

maintaining substance.

Accused of lacking qualities,
forced out and driven away.

I weep for you first people.
I feel your lost first nation.

I mourn your prosecution;
the first beloved of this land.

I understand your plight,
victims of weaponize law.
Recipients of the original peoples holocaust.

I see your Overlord’s paradox!
Legal treaties,

yet morally sinful.

Commission of ethical transgressions,
in the guise of symbolic Rule of Law.

The enforced separation

of the first peoples spirit and body.

Enforced separation

of the first nations collective mind.

 
Enforced separation

of the soul of the lands first and only lover.

The land is the collective

consciousness of the first people.

The land is the collective spirit

of the original people.

The land is the soul of the first people.
The land is the aboriginal people.

Steal the land;
you destroy the people.

Take the land;
you sever the people’s umbilical core

with the land.
Shattering the mystical energy flow

from land to people,
people to land.

You break the spiritual/

biological circle of life.

The balance is upset!
The relationship is defiled!

How must they live?
How must they survive?
How can they prosper and flourish?

First nations.
First people.
First and only lover of the land.

You cherished her.
You loved her.
You respected your sanctified bride.

Where there was tenderness and love. 
Now there is rape,
pillaging of her valued substances.

Where there was mutual respect and sharing.
Now she is prostituted,
exploited,
and mine for her riches.

Forcibly penetrated and scared.
The vampiric fangs extract her living waters.

Rise up;
reawaken from your slumber,
reclaim what is rightfully yours.

Climb thunder mountain,
sit on your throne once more.

The application of the legal construct

was design to forsake you;
not to mend your spirit

with all encompassing healing.

To trick you and steel from you,
not to be your friend.

Remember your children.
Remember your land.
Remember your first love.

Remember the Phoenix of death and rebirth.

Construct your future;
sending your offspring on the path to recovery.

You can;
you shall be reborn

in the image of your past forgotten spirit.

In your rebirth you shall live again.
In your rebirth you shall overcome.
In your rebirth you will repossess the land,
and live!

Live as you choose to live.
Live in the spirit and fire of your ancestors.
In this living you shall prosper and thrive.

Leegal Poet

Wayne Ferron

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