DIFFICULT TO BELIEVE
Well, were six months into the year and not much happening in ndn country related to Annie Mae or Ray Robinson Jr.-as usual this bodes well for those implicated in their murders and that of others.
Ray won’t be going home, nor will other victims who lay in unmarked graves-that must be a great consolation for those responsible, a sense of having committed the perfect crimes- the perks of being in bed with the very people who should be holding them accountable.
Six months of rumors, promises of ongoing investigations that even bumbling Inspector Clousseau could have figured out by now had he been assigned to the various cases.
Six months of Peltier the “innocent”, six months of lies and time worn denials. and justice waits like a homeless waif with outstretched hands seeking some pittance of hope and compassion.
The work of those calling themselves men who continue on in their daily orbit with no thought of the children of real men, no compassion, and strangers to the concept of personal accountability.
Difficult to believe any are capable of such indifference, yet the proof has been on display for decades.
Life is about them and little more-it is the trademark of sociopaths, of gluttons, and criminals, of pimps, rapists, murderers, and common thugs.
Difficult to believe any would entertain their presence, yet the same decades are proof that they will.
Yes, I know, six months remain in this year, but difficult to deny, to fail to anticipate that once again the past will be prologue, history repeating itself-almost a given save for some unforeseen revelation that forces everyone’s hand and wrests the justice long denied from all who hold it captive.
Not a time to become despondent, to falter in the face of what may appear to be insurmountable odds-rather a time to remain steadfast, to strengthen one’s resolve, dig in, to encourage fellow compatriots and say it isn’t over till it’s over……and it ain’t as long as there remains so much as one Last Real Indian- for it is the Last Real Indians who care about justice and murdered women.
Who care about the corruption of traditions and ceremonies and will not cast their lot with liars and thieves by saying this is not nor has it ever been the way of the people.
By Rezinate
Loved by God
Is to question life too question love
now that we have come this far away
not from life but from love in question.
A common question and mistake to make
late in life, late in love, accepting this end
unable or unwilling to change an existence.
The dream world does exist, for we are here
to control, feed and think who or what we are
peasants, kings or queens of indelible markers.
Our DNA, a science of life, the destruction of it
exists in every creature that’s know to man exists
man the deadliest creature to exist and in question.