Report Back from Turtle Island

The land called Aztlan
the land of many tribes
Genocide by the whitened settler,
soldier
Many men taught to see the land
and body
as objects
scalped, raped the people
of the land
called Aztlan
the land of many tribes
who named their place
by listening to the geography
of her
in the mountain of silent strength
in the gurgle of the river
in the whisper of the wind
in the tears of the rain

Rightly so,
they cried and still do
when scalps and bodies
named by those
who saw worth in medallion coins
buy and sell according to the names
of those engraved
on coins and dollar bills
the priests of the church
called Bank
Genealogy trace to London, Paris, Lisboa
Centers of western nations
that bought and sold
Aztlan, and many named lands from
Spanish, French, Dutch, English
Birthed a memory of empty white soul
to be a broker who bought and sold
islands of Philippines, Guam, Puerto rico, Samoa
because of arrogance of blank faces
sold their color for shillings.
that monetary wealth brings
the nerve to steal this land
called Ka Pae Aina o Hawaii Nei
This land called Ka Pae Aina o Hawaii Nei

You think the past is in the past?
Well what you think
when this land crawling with empty bodies hungry
equate bodies and lands
according to how much money they make
for holes in pockets
festering soul wound black like the Gulf.
Try to teach children of Aztlan
the land of many names
the lands of people across the sea
bleeding
taught to worship their God in the church called Bank
We only literate in the texts of dollar bills and coins
To numb our bodies raped ancestor cell, spirit,
Trail behind us as we walk like cattle on conveyer belt
toward the machine called war
machine called tourism
machine called empire
Selling your skulls and bodies according to dollar bills and coins
Our bodies working to the old and new plantation
Brown people of the land
Brown people of the sea
Wake up
Tell me, how you get free?