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Are you fooled ?
Tobacco, so they say is sacred.
Four winds for each direction,
so they say.
Sweat lodge, Sundance, Ceremonies,
Honor, respect and love.
Who can truly walk ?
Through the teaching of truth and wisdom
Not any more, who prays into the wind ?
With the half moon of Elders,
and the one who thinks we cannot see.
Prayers made of white man words.
Intermingled with the values of aliens
Thinking, those that believe and speak the language
of the fools who think.
I cannot see.
My tattered cloth is my name
I do not request your fame.
Shall speak the same.
-© Copyright Wayne Scott of Swan Lake First Nation Reserve of Manitoba Canada
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