He stands. Seen and unseen.
Wrapped in the flag of a nation built upon his land.
A cloth which marks the loss of the very freedom it promised.
Not so long ago, freedom was the horizon.
Rivers without damns, land without fences and skies without borders.
But then, treaties broken, lands taken and voices silenced.
It felt as though the same cloth that waved for liberty was a veil of loss.
Today, walls built, parents taken and futures stolen.
Wrapped in stars and stripes he does not disappear even as the truth is bent in efforts to rewrite history.
To erase the pain and resilience and lived realities of the great American Indigenous people.
With frightening efforts to reshape the narrative and rewrite history.
To trade honesty for convenience.
Choosing myth over memory and control over truth.
He is a reminder that freedom was never granted, it was lived.
It still breathes. Quiet today but not broken in the heart of the Americans.
What is your declaration of survival?
J El
2025-08-29 19:48:15 +0000 UTC