My Land

The Shampoo that you call your colored hair shampoo is a tree,

Ripped out from the tormented raped forest of our forefathers

The land brutally taken by your sword wielding forefathers,

Whose ship on our shores had the dogs howling in premonition?

Your ships on our shores had the skies darken in trepidation and sorrow of the beautiful land soon to be soaked by the blood of its children, 

The birds quieted and only sang at the wonder of these pink faced trespassers

As if they knew they would soon rip them apart with the magic of the long horned instrument,

As if they knew and felt in their flurry blessed soul hobbies would be done in their honor

The honor of dying in midair with the blazing of the long horn called the gun, 

Where the so called Gentlemen in their idleness and cruelty to taint the land of my forefathers

Took turns vandalizing nature only God in his infinity love gave to us,

Your fore fathers’ in their idleness and cruelty took to aim with their instruments of death and perished our beautiful majestic land,

Your Forefathers in their idleness when they perished our forests turned their long honed machines of destruction to them. 

I the child of Nongqwawuse who in her infinite wisdom believed the idleness of your forefathers

Even then with pride we still roamed the sacred forest of our forefathers

And the shampoo you killed us for and still kill us for is and was from the trees of our forests brutally raped and taken away from my forefathers by sword wielding forefather