Freedom

Freedom is a beautiful Mohawk woman singing by the river

Freedom is a doe laying in the trees
Freedom is a willow seed floating on the breeze
It is sacred for all
Just that talk of touching it
Would make us think of war
Were not your children
We have no king
Well accept you as family, we ask only one thing
A nation of brotherly love

A POEM BY Bubzy Tewasarake

artwork by Fiya Bruxa

Nobody rules over another

Freedom is sovereign
The eagle free in the sky
The bear free to eat his roots
You tried to yoke me, this I will never accept
I will throw off your yoke, stand tall and Take back my
freedom
Im not asking you Im telling you
Thats the Mohawk way
If you dont like it, too damn bad

For the mind grows like a garden in Freedom

It is stifled in economics
Killed dead in the office of life
Freedom is a thriving soul
Its worth the fight
Freedom fortified for money, is a sick joke
I took mine back, threw off your yoke
You can take it back to your feudal land
My freedom is in my hand
And if they hang me, keep moving on