Leonard Peltier: Voice of a People – Four Poems from Prison
I am the Indian voice
  
Listen to me!
 Listen!
 I am the Indian voice.
 Hear me crying out of the wind,
 Hear me crying out of the silence.
 I am the Indian voice.
 Listen to me!
  
 I speak for our ancestors.
 They cry out to you from the unstill grave.
 I speak for the children yet unborn.
 They cry out to you from the unspoken silence.
  
 I am the Indian voice.
 Listen to me !
 I am a chorus of millions.
 Hear us !
 Our eagle's cry will not be stilled !
  
 We are your own conscience calling to you.
 We are you yourself
 crying unheard within you.
  
 Let my unheard voice be heard.
 Let me speak in my heart and the words be heard
 whispering on the wind to millions,
 to all who care,
 to all with ears to hear
 and hearts to beat as one
 with mine.
  
 Put your ear to the earth,
 and hear my heart beating there.
 Put your ear to the wind
 and hear me speaking there.
  
 We are the voice of the earth,
 of the future,
 of the Mystery.
  
 Hear us! 
My Life Is My Sun Dance
 
 Silence, they say, is the voice of complicity.
 But silence is impossible.
 Silence screams.
 Silence is a message,
 Just as doing nothing is an act.
 
 Let who you are ring out and resonate
 in every word and every deed.
 Yes, become who you are.
 There's no sidestepping your own being
 or your own responsibility.
 
 What you do is who you are.
 You are your own comeuppance.
 You become your own message.
 
 You are the message.
 
 May the Great Spirit Make Sunrise in Your Heart . . .
 
 Hoka Hey!
  
  
 We are Not Separate
 
 We are not separate beings, you and I
 We are different strands of the same being
 
 You are me and I am you
 and we are they and they are us
 
 This is how we're meant to be,
 each of us one
 each of us all
 
 You reach out across the void of Otherness to me
 and you touch your own soul!
 
 Difference
 
 Let us love not only our sameness
 but our unsameness
 
 In our difference is our strength
 
 Let us be not for ourselves alone
 but also for that Other
 
 who is our deepest Self
 
An American activist and member of the American Indian Movement (AIM), Leonard Peltier is convicted and sentenced in 1977 to two consecutive terms of life imprisonment.
Two Federal Bureau of Investigation agents are killed during a 1975 shootout on the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation.
Amnesty International issues a statement: "Although he has not been adopted as a prisoner of conscience, there is concern about the fairness of the proceedings leading to his conviction and it is believed that political factors may have influenced the way the case was prosecuted."
The Southern Christian Leadership Conference, National Congress of American Indians, the Robert F. Kennedy Memorial Center for Human Rights, Archbishop Desmond Tutu and Rev. Jesse Jackson, among many others, see Leonard Peltier as a political prisoner who should be immediately released.
Numerous lawsuits have been filed on his behalf but none have succeeded.
"I didn't kill the agents," Peltier says. "I didn't order anyone to kill those agents. I am an innocent man. I am an innocent man."
Leonard Peltier is now more than fifty years old. Home to him is his cell in the Federal Prison at Leavenworth, Kansas.
Leonard Peltier: Prison Writings: My Life is my Sun Dance. New York, 1999.
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Patrick Mac Manus
Copenhagen (Denmark)
Blog: http://patrickmacmanus.wordpress.com/
 

 
 
 
