Exile in situ: A Protest Soliloquy by Howard Stein

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Many voices have

Given me these words;

I pass them on

To you –

What we have long called home,

you call wilderness,

to do with as you please.

You defiled our ancestral land.

You profaned our sacred trails.

You poisoned our earth

and our streams with your atomic waste.

You made us homeless in our own home.

You uprooted us in space and time.

You sowed chaos in the universe.

How do we repair what you have broken?

Can our ceremonials and offerings  

bind the earth together once again?

Is renewal possible?

What holy power can

fend you off?

Is there a medicine bundle

that can heal us?

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