Indian Time - A Voice from the Eastern Door

Yesterday's lies shadow today's truth

A tastey brew

Difficult to chew

The herd swallows

Cocktails of the mind

Rob the soul shallow

Collective crimes

Lead or follow

Treasury of giving thanks

Weighs more than gold or silver solid

Why wait to awaken....

Till we're hopeless & dying

Wake-up

Unplug the nonsense

Bury the dead trees in our pockets

May the wealth of heart

Welcome a new tomorrow

And sow the seeds of love & forgiveness

Together mend our wholeness

Rebuild our living foundation

With the lessons of our Ancestors the cornerstones

Heal our broken

The next generations we hand the future

Even the silent bear witness

May the illuminated fog

Arouse justice...

-herbi m. Francis-Tatro