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| Consultation by © vatooz They tag team our table Around resources and cash Like poker players eyeing One anothers stash They represent the province They represent the feds The rich folks who control them Are safely in their beds. We talk about the park land And how we both agree That soon it will not matter What once belonged to me We talk about the water Like it was on the moon If it was in our cups We'd sing a different tune We talk about the church And residential school And how the present parties Just want to do whats cool Meanwhile those who witnessed The nightmare which took place Are reeling lost and lonely Around in their own space. We talk about the crown land Which is fading very fast And we select what they don't want As if our role was cast While land trusts and developers Make their back room deals As they tell us how they sympathize And know just how it feels. After all these meetings Have lasted for awhile They pack up their notebooks And leave us with a smile We look in to our bag To see what we have won And out jumps taxation And our troubles Have just begun. |