[Poem] A World Unseen

If I could choose to be a being of the past
I’d be a Native American.
I could talk with the trees,
Have quarrels with the squirrels,
And dance with the flames.

The Great Spirit is guardian to all,
On his land we are bound together.
So hello mother who peers out from the logs.
Hello father who sleeps all winter.

My horse and I are twin brothers.
We explore the land from water falls to rocky ledges.
I pet his mane and call out his name.
He carries me home from day to day.

Come and see my cousins, the deer.
They graze and prance and say hello
With small ears and beady eyes beckoning you
Into their welcoming homes.

But who are these white-skinned newcomers
Who wear sturdy looking armor?
Well behold my immaculate skin,
Reflecting the smile of my sister the sun.

Their axes hack at my elders the trees
Their guns kill my cousins the deer,
So let loose my fearsome uncles, the arrows
And protect this world which cannot be seen.

//By Ryo TAKAHASHI

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