If You Want to Be My Friend
A show of support for Canada’s First Peoples
You don’t hear the drums of the past
beating in the wind with the plaintiff music of the First Peoples
You don’t feel the pain inflicted by our forefathers
Deep in your soul, like I do, it doesn’t affect you
You think there is no entitlement
Have heard enough of their complaints
No giving back what was taken
However, in this, you are right; that can never be done
Repartition is a pale brother to justice
But surely, we must feel shame at what was done
We did not inflict the injury, but our ancestors did
If we do not make it right, we are
Just as guilty on down through time
Please let us not fall so hard
Because we will not sway like the willow
And bow our heads and limbs in sorrow
Hard hearts break and shatter on hellfire
Listen, listen close and hear the beat
Reach out and touch our brothers and sisters
From our same Mother Earth
Yes, siblings from the same mother
Wrap your colonialist mindset around that
If you want to be my friend
