(For all the MMIW&M in Canada and the U.S.)
Here down south
and nearly everywhere else
hatred has endured
and my brothers up north
got the starlight tours
and it'll be a cold day in hell
when justice is served
as the sky collects more stars
from all of the missing and murdered
--my brothers and sisters
Just cruise down
the highway of tears
with your window down
and you'll hear their sounds
you'll see the signs
of how many disappeared
Our only crime
--hitch-hiking while brown
being a woman and brown
being a young native in a white town
like Saskatoon
and pretty soon
it became clear
that we are hated by the police,
by the RCMP
How often I pray it doesn't happen
To my family, or friends,
Or even to me
It is a fear
Every native lives through
I imagine all those poor souls
walking, shivering, thru the cold
looking towards the city lights
Gleaming with hope
Some are frozen in time
Some were found
Like my nephew
Who we thought left town
His body discovered
But the cause left unknown
He joined the ancestors in the sky
After we buried his bones
This we know for sure
Hope was in their eyes
as they walked towards the skyline
on those starlight tours
