At last I've found a voice for to speak,To the Queen of England from her subject so meek.How can you sleep at night, mind peaceful body limp,Enjoying life to the fullest with nary a hint,Of how your old money came into hands On the backs of others in far away lands.Your monarchy grew by leaps and by boundsNot once did you question how your fourtunes were found.Do you let your mind wander to the days of old, When your ancestors reached out and went for the gold?In thier greed they starked claim with a flag and thier rules,Saying "Nobody's here just some savaged fools."You said you discovered there for you owned,All riches and resources the indians called home.We thought you spoke truth with your treaties so grand,We lost our life styles and you took the land.Some tears some bitterness and plenty of hurt,A people worn down by your laws and your dirt.Exploitation, assimilation words not easy to say,From a people who survived and won't go away.Like the pheonix we're rising from bended knee,from alcahol, poverty, and racism we'll soon be free.We'll learn your language, your laws, and your game,While we nurture our own to be rid of the shame,Of bieng an indian scorned by the whites,We'll keep our pride and get on with the fight.Should your dreams be disturbed with visions of frightReach to the creator with visions of light.Undo the wrongs done to the people of old,With harmony restored the truth will unfold.
