Simon

How can you buy or sell the sky The warmth of the land The idea is strange to us  How can you buy them   Every part of this earth is sacred to my people They are holy in the memory and experience of my people The sap which courses through the trees Carries the memories of the red man   We are part of the earth And it’s part of us The perfumed flowers are our sisters The deer, the horse, the great eagle, are our brothers   This land is sacred to us This shining water is the blood of our ancestors If we sell you the land You must remember it is sacred You must teach your children that it is sacred   The rivers are our brothers and sisters They quench our thirst Give the rivers the kindness you would give any brother    The white man does not understand our ways He treats the earth and the sky  As things to be bought and sold His appetite will devour the earth    The air is precious to the red man For all things share the same breath The wh...

Trying to connect You think it’s clear But language blunders   Our sophistication  Relying on expressions To convey our complexities   Frustrated by people’s reactions  To correct what I’ve said Not fully grasping my meaning   The language to connect  To decipher a chaotic existence Language’s a tool for fools   The need for adequate art To convey ridiculous experience To get a clearer picture   Language to convey feelings Through listening and speaking What a hassle    The ego competes for space Hinders harmony How to remove ourselves  So clarity flows Can flow Can flow