THEIR RIGHTS OF PASSAGE

by

(For Native Americans)

The Borders shifted with each step they took.

Both North and South, the Natives freely came

To meet their own -- in sands; by bubbling brook;

Unstopped by current barbs which make them lame.

No Borders lay to hinder them from game.

Their Rights of Passage were they went and came.

The Lands were theirs; and every move they made

Led to their bloodlines, or to Tribal mates,

In caves, stone dwellings, or the tepee's shade.

Unhindered by our Borders, free of gates,

It took our baleful acts to mar their fates --

Their Rights of Passage circumscribed by Dates.

The choice is ours now -- Let them be free!

To come and go, pursuing ancient rites,

Across Ancestral Lands untouched by sea....

Let's blend all Souls to sing of Gods' delights!

Let's bend our wills, conceding from our heights

Their Rights of Passage dim none of our lights.

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Why don't you look at Goddess On The Mountaintop
by: Greg Bailey
from: Washington, MO, US

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