An Apology.

I would fight with you, unless you'd order me dismissed.

I would flee after, unless I am permitted to stay.

But is it possible for us to remain, to make a call to our fellow humanity, perhaps this time, with you in the reins? End their reign.

The Cowboys, the foreigners, yours.

The culture, the power, yours.

And then, the choice, yours.

Permit some to stay, or a rejection,

an understanding that this was not their place and is no longer.

I must say, I fear for your survival, for your maintenance

not that I assume you need us I just know they'll be resistance

I mean no offence, to want to join the offence

Serve and protect, you, unlike them.

I'll give my life to it, if you'd accept my blood payment.

How can we heal this nation? journey down the path of reconciliation,

I doubt we can, not with the lack of recognition from each and every white man.

Not without violence, not without bloodshed.

Not with the lack of action, cowards on stolen land.

Red skin. White masks. White skin. Red hands.

12/16/22