The Virus - The Very Best, Saul Williams, Chippewa Travellers

The people

The virus took on many shapes

The bear, the elk, the antelope, the elephant, the deer

The mineral, the iron, the copper, the coltan, and the rubber

The coffee, the cotton, the sugar

The people

The germ traveled faster than the bullet

They harvest the mountains inside, protect the crops, herd the cattle

The people

The women and children were separated from the men

They’re divided as a foot into the regional filters of their minds

The violence of arrogance, crawls into the air, nestles into the geospatial

cortex

We are not a conquered people

Drum beats by region

I was awakened by my older brother

The compound was on fire

Awakened by my older brother

The compound was on fire

The compound was on fire

The compound was on fire

The missionaries never hid their perspective

Perspectives of land, but rather see us disappear

Recyclable prayers

The people

This is my body, which is given to you

The people

This is my blood

We are not a conquered people

I was awakened by my older brother

The compound was on fire

Awakened by my older brother

The compound was on fire