In a far off land where
Lions and bear
Roam around inciting no Fear
Where, the lion can be small
And the mouse big
And the unicorns can prance through halls
And the birds do not need to fly
Where mice don’t need to be afraid
And foxes have no need to be sly
Where the ****** past of the rabbit,
Is solemnly and regretfully acknowledge
By its many oppressors and killer in ways deemed fit
Where the ***** and the *****
Do not need to bow their heads in shame
As victims of Sin
Where the fish can love the butterfly
And the leopard plays with the lamb
A world in where the sky
Is lit by the lights
Of ten thousand moths
Unworried about danger of sight
And in where the sparrows swim
And the fire burns in the lake
Where the conflict has at last
Been resolved in ways thought impossible.
Do you know what this means?
Or is this a confusing scene?
Refrain from a peek at the tags
See it when understanding snags.
Mrs. Wolfe sat, confused and angry
That Charlie is being sent home.
Suspended for three days.
They refused the in-school community work
For reparation. She preferred the healing circle.
In frustration, she alluded to me being racist.
But I'm Native.
She was exposed. Bewildered and befuddled.
I was born naked, lived clothed, and will die broken.
I am a member of the Tribe.
Contribute to the Band.
I keep the beat, smudge, dance, good at archery,
Can't spear fish, but buy cheap smokes.
My group calls me Fran Dog,
But Proinsias is my native name.
Then came the critical error:
You don't look Native.
Ah, but I am. And you sound racist.
I am native Irish. From Cavan.
I asked for them to leave the door open.
*Proinsias* pronounced ****-she-is
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