All My Relations
All My Relations by Ulali
To our Elders, who teach us of our creation and our past, so we my preserve mother earth for ancestors yet to come, we are the lands.
This is dedicated to our relatives before us thousands of years ago, and the 1,500 million who were exterminated across the western hemisphere in the first four hound years time starting in 1492.
To those who have kept their Home lands and to the nations exterminated due to mass-slaughter, slavery, deportation and decease unknown to them, and the ones who are subjected to the same treatment today.
To the ones who survived the relocations and the ones who died alone the way.
To those who carried on traditions and live strong among their people.
To those that left their communities by force or by choice, and for generations no longer know who they are.
To those who search and never find.
To those who turn away the so called non-accepted.
To those who bring us together and to those living outside keeping in touch, the voice for many.
To those who make it back to live and fight for the struggle of their people.
To those who give up and to those who don’t care.
To those who abuse themselves and others, and those who revive again?
To those who are physical, mentally, or spiritual and incapable by accident or birth.
To those who seek straight in our spirituality in ways of life and those that exploit it even our own.
To those who fall to the leis, and join dividing lines that keep us fighting among each other.
To the young, the old, the living and the dead.
T0 our brothers and sisters in all living things across mother earth and her beauty we have destroyed and denied the honor the creator has given each individual.
The truth that lies in our hearts, all my relations.
To our Elders, who teach us of our creation and our past, so we my preserve mother earth for ancestors yet to come, we are the lands.
This is dedicated to our relatives before us thousands of years ago, and the 1,500 million who were exterminated across the western hemisphere in the first four hound years time starting in 1492.
To those who have kept their Home lands and to the nations exterminated due to mass-slaughter, slavery, deportation and decease unknown to them, and the ones who are subjected to the same treatment today.
To the ones who survived the relocations and the ones who died alone the way.
To those who carried on traditions and live strong among their people.
To those that left their communities by force or by choice, and for generations no longer know who they are.
To those who search and never find.
To those who turn away the so called non-accepted.
To those who bring us together and to those living outside keeping in touch, the voice for many.
To those who make it back to live and fight for the struggle of their people.
To those who give up and to those who don’t care.
To those who abuse themselves and others, and those who revive again?
To those who are physical, mentally, or spiritual and incapable by accident or birth.
To those who seek straight in our spirituality in ways of life and those that exploit it even our own.
To those who fall to the leis, and join dividing lines that keep us fighting among each other.
To the young, the old, the living and the dead.
T0 our brothers and sisters in all living things across mother earth and her beauty we have destroyed and denied the honor the creator has given each individual.
The truth that lies in our hearts, all my relations.
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