Native Writings II

~~~~Hey hey time is now~~~~

The fire crackled high and bright, sparks flying forth filling the dim light. The warmth on my face, a touch to my soul, a voice from within so strong, I could not sleep, I could not ignore, that one single voice that now became a roar.

All over this land ..all over this world, people are gathered in strength as powerful as the mighty buffalo herd, that roamed the land with strength and might and gave to the People more than just life.... but spirit and hope and all have gathered, the voices stronger united together. Clemency now Mr. President, hey hey can you hear, the voices of so many from all over the world - hey hey Mr. President - clemency now, the time is right - free Peltier!

The protestors gather, they drum and they pray, they sing ancestral songs and wait day by day...year by year...for justice to come - hey hey Mr. President can you hear, the unity of voices - free Peltier!

The time is right for justice to come - to free an innocent man who has paid more than enough, for a crime he never did commit, his crime was only in being who he is. In living a life of poverty, of life on a reservation created by the government we see. A government that took from our men, the mighty fierce freedom and strength in being an Indian.

But we cannot change the past...hey hey Mr. President, can you hear, the unity of voices so loud - so clear? It is within your power to undo a wrong, to free a man who has been shackled too long...hey hey Mr. President, can you hear, the voices of the people loud and clear, remove the shackles and free Peltier!

Free Peltier!

Hey hey! Free Peltier!

Written by Svhyeyi Aga~Evening Rain
Cherokee~~~~~~~
December 1, 2000
1:28 am est

[grafika] REMEMBERING

Remembering times of pain, more hurtful than I can explain. A pain so deep I wanted to lay down, upon our Mother, upon the ground, and breath no more, to lose this pain, and return to the land of the great divide, hoping for a peace I seemed unable to find, tired of the fighting, the hatred and rage, something I could not understand, no reason for it I thought, except for who I am.

Betrayed too often by those I trust, those I love hurt me the most. My tears and sorrow brought no relief; my anger only deepened the pain beneath.

I failed to heed the the voice within which persisted in getting me to listen.

Here is a lesson for you to learn. Hurt attracts more hurt, anger more anger, forget these things and think of your heart and the power. The power of the white burning flame - the power of love that cannot be restrained. The power of this can defeat all things, that which hurts more than physical pain.

A cycle of pain and hurt and destruction. A cycle which has divided nations. A cycle which has caused so much pain to so many, I cannot feed into it, to give it power, at long last Creator, I hear your answer.

Peace is our only answer. To come together as one power. Love the strongest weapon of time, it is what will bring us all together again.

I am a warrior. A warrior for peace. No anger within me, no more pain in my heart, my spirit is stronger, I feel reborn. I have survived the death of lonliness, sadness, anger and too much pride, to be reborn again with that burning flame of love, my heart as my guide.

I will stand strong and tall but with dignity, humility and love, most of all.

Gather together my brothers and sisters - of all nations - we are all one people, we are all related.

Take my hand in yours. I am willing to reach out. To put aside any doubt. For our one hope lies only with our unity. One people...one land, in unity.

Hear Grandfather Eagle overhead? Flying high in the sky - his cry so loud and powerful? Wings spread embracing us all, let us gather together and we shall never again fall. For we will be as one, the flame in our hearts burning brighter and brighter, more powerful than any weapon man made, the power of a people, Spirit created and Grandfather loved all he made.

Written by, Svhyeyi Aga~Evening Rain
Cherokee~~~~~~~
November 20, 2000
2:24 a.m. est