Whose Broad Stripes & Bright Stars — ni’hikeyah tʼáá jííkʼe, all free nations, todas las naciones libres: migratory in verse

by J.C. Ankney

American carnage

Tender is the flesh

Ndnn relocation Acts

The fabric

of america

is the stake;

a shredded flag

Shed my flesh,

shoot low in the tents;

the US Army’s directives

A patriot front;

Whose broad stripes and bright stars?

Whose manifest destiny

Whose destiny is wrapped in

termination acts

Land theft,

That

is patriotic

How does one be a patriot

when I was here before

america was america

Whose broad stripes and bright stars

Homelands, sovereign rights,

#landback

every treaty matters,

yet was broken

Patriot blood,

whose blood?

Measured out of governmental blood quotas,

Flour and cheese

Measuring us out with spoons

Whose broad stripes and bright stars

They tasted

our grandparents blood

They are hungry

still

for flesh

For

blood

They eat each other's wives and

They eat their children

How does a person taste?

Good?

Whose broad stripes and bright stars

We work the american flag into our regalia

to survive

We ate the red

and the blue

And it became

our skin

a shredded flag

saved our culture

Now that is

a true

patriot

Whose broad stripes and bright stars

As the sun still stands-

Indians are the real

patriots

Our backs are

Riddled with

stars

and

stripes

And

Whose broad stripes and bright stars

we will fight no more forever