Injustice

This was a school assignment. We had to write in the role of the First Nations and talk about how they felt about the 'Indian Act', either in song, rap or poem. My choice: Poem.

We are the First, yet under the Act,
It's restraining, that's definitely fact.

We are the separated, without and with,
Lonely, away from family, is really no myth.

We are the forced, to a member, education or fight,
Why must we, of all people, suffer this plight?

We are the helpless, there is nothing we can do,
It's no good, they control sale and rent, too.

We are the controlled, bond by many rules,
Our tradition, our culture, have sunk into small pools.

We are the restricted, banned from our ways,
Ancient ceremonies have just gone, faded away.

We are the trapped, out, we can not go,
Those who stop us, the agents, our foe.

We are the children, who stay and learn, for a long period of time,
We're sad, we can't see our families, even at the bell's last chime.

We are the dependent, relying on gifts,
Us and our independence, a growing rift.

We are the First, yet under the Act,
It's restraining, that's definitely fact.

Author's Note

2nd verse: The 'without and with' was supposed to be about status... but nothing rhythms with that...
8th verse: Not happy with that...