نحن
نحن القوم
الأوائل على جزيرة ”الترتل“
باركتنا بها ”الروح العظيمة“
وثقت بنا لرعايتها
نحن
لسنا بكلاب حربٍ
نحن طيور ”الروح“
تحتوينا بحبّا
”أمّنا الأرض“
أحراراً نحّلقُ
فكيف للطيرِ أنْ يكون طيراً إنْ لم يكن حراً
حرٌّ كيّ يطير
حرٌّ كيّ يكون ذاته
We the people
first on this Turtle Island
the Great Spirit blessed us with
and trusted us to care for
are not dogs of war
but birds of Spirit;
we have a love of
Mother Earth;
we roam free
for what is a bird if it is not free,
free to fly
free to be itself;
Freedom comes from within;
They call us children
because of our relationship
with the Earth and the Rain
and 4-leggeds,
and the winged ones
and even the creepy crawlers;
But we are smoke in the eyes of the white man
our presence is a threat
to the philosophy of making money,
the religion of greed,
we strange, foreign-looking and unpredictable
and we saw what they did and continue to try to do
to luxuriate inside the strange thrill of domination of others,
then weeping toxic tears at Christmas
and when their eyes are rubbed red
the red people’s blood is rubbed out.
