I am haunted by the ghosts of my Landcestors,
over who's bones I sleep.
Sleepless nights I cry their tears
over lost children sent to boarding schools, never to return.
Over children of children this land they cared for,
Over the children of those children's children who are not here
in my place.
Wounded by the Occupation,
non-human species annihilated, displaced, relationships destroyed.
Apocalypse has already happened.
Spirit, set the specters free! I fly with you; fly with me, soar with the roaring wind,
Storm with the vengeful seas,
Shake with the fracked cracked Earth,
Awaken us all.
This land is yours, forever.