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Warrior

Submitted By: Wayne Nicholas

The tears of my youth have stopped flowing from absorbing the injustice, inflicted by Godly persons of cruel and wicked devils, who have extracted me from the womb of my community, cutting off my mother tongue, forcible compliance to their way of life and killing my spirit, my people, my community and my nation.

Severely depressed, I painfully walk with permanent scars that are deeply saturated within my soul and I can no longer speak from my heart as I continue my life’s journey looking, hoping and searching for the end of the trail, beaten, broken, burdened and buried in despair.

Helpless and unable to cope with the weight of atrocities gushing from the subtle but deadly waves of genocide that will not subside from all levels of governments along with the courts of the dominion that are manipulating, diminishing and imposing changes that disrupts the well being of our communities.

My physical, mental, emotional and spiritual being is extremely out of balance where healing can only come from within and I must rise above the injuries of yesterday otherwise I will be the vessel of tomorrow’s generations that may lead to the fatality of a people.

I am a warrior gravely wounded from the incarceration of an Indian Residential School and the genocides, but it is time that my resilience will abrogate the usurping of my people’s rights, liberties and freedoms upon the lands and resources we own, enjoy, use and occupy.

I must heal myself by picking up the multiple years of baggage and heal every single wound that has pierced my body and soul so that I can live without shame, poverty, abuse and anger. Then and only then will the healing drums give strength, pride and dignity among the hearts and minds of all Warriors.

Canada Day Poem of Wayne Nicholas July 1, 2010

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