“Indigenous spirit where have you gone,
Touched by white glove, you’ve lost your song.
Cultures in tune with mother earth wisdom,
White cloud rolls in and blankets your freedom.
Whispers hold true in defiant silence,
To one day speak loud of natures science.
To regain the balance and natural rhythm,
One breath one consciousness one connection within.
No longer to cry, to ache from what’s lost,
No longer to suffer from white glove’s high cost.
A New Earth once battered,
Rises up from white glove’s grasp.
Indigenous Spirit’s wisdom come teach us at last.”
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