In the Clutches of Injustice
America�s first forgotten sons
seek justice, their past undone and
their lore forgotten in a modern world,
their culture hurled into the fields of refuse �
an abuse by a people confused and seduced by power
self-given, a symptom of a lack of love,
lack of compassion,
and old-fashioned human decency.
The Great native Spirit
of our unrecalled brothers shudders
with pain and holy ire,
a fire that burns incandescent.
My soul aspires to match it,
to catch it,
to meet it,
instead of retreating into my comfort
and complacence.
He resents it.
He�s incensed.
He�ll rend the heavens from the skies, someday,
despising all the lies of those
who overlooked the cries for help �
wouldn�t even rise to help
their �tawny� brothers.
Unheeding lovers of the evil
hide from Truth without realization.
No more imitation of virtue!
We must now embrace true
reconciliation,
make reparation for the wrongs
of our forebears against theirs.
And so our sin will end.
And so we will repent without pretence.
And so will we mend the rift
between the Great Spirit and our Lord.
And so we can afford no more time spent
In the clutches of injustice.