His road is red

He stands between the sun and the moon
He walks with bears on the red road
He is a modest a man of true soul
He is a essence of divinity itself
He is kind he is like a water fall
Beloved green crystal ray brother

GOD Rest their souls

Air India Flight 182 was an Air India flight operating on the Montréal-London-Delhi route. On 23 June 1985, the airplane operating on the route — a Boeing 747-237B (c/n 21473/330, reg VT-EFO) named after Emperor Kanishka — was blown up by a bomb while in Irish airspace, at an altitude of 31,000 feet (9,400 m), and crashed into the Atlantic Ocean. 329 people perished, including 280 Canadian citizens, mostly of Indian birth or descent, and 22 Indians.[1] The incident was the largest mass murder in modern Canadian history. The explosion and downing of the carrier occurred within an hour of the related Narita Airport Bombing.

Investigation and prosecution took almost 20 years and was the most expensive trial in Canadian history, costing nearly CAD $130 million. Only one person was convicted of involvement in the bombing, after pleading guilty in 2003 to manslaughter. The Governor General-in-Council in 2006 appointed former Supreme Court justice John Major to conduct a commission of inquiry and his report was completed and released on 17 June 2010. It was found that a "cascading series of errors" by the Government of Canada, the Royal Canadian Mounted Police, and the Canadian Security Intelligence Service had allowed the terrorist attack to take place.

On a plane

On a plane to Belfast years ago
reading a book by Charles Ferris
Somewhere mid Atlantic I awake
the sign overhead says "Your life
jacket is under the seat" I look
across to see passengers wearing
orange life jackets in rows of
dimmed light they sit and wait
the plane dives and we all die
crashing in silence into water
my life is over now I rest again
the plane is landing in belfast
I am alive but what a nightmare
Years later another plane ride
They all die over the Atlantic
Near to Cork City I see children
Indian children perfect beautiful
Oh my God I was with them then
before their time I was there
in a jet over the ocean no life
jackets saved them dear dear souls

Ashley Smith

Brave beautiful soul Canada killed you
They call it Corrections Canada
Instead they need to call it Hell
Fifth Estate told me your story
I will go to Kitchner in spring
Write your name in red across
Their big flat barbed wire jail
Call them Nazi doctors out and
Shoot them full of drugs

Ashley Smith dear sainted child
showed them their torture souls
Cruel inhumane Corrections Canada
Wake up you silly bastards wake up

Wiwanyag Wachipi

Grandpa Pat came to talk with me
He sat in the chair by the door
Hanblecheyapi Inipi explainer of things

He said "Your ready to dance now girl"
I looked at him and scorned his words
If I can't hold one vision in balance
What makes you think I can go to the tree
Sundance four days in the sun and melt

My beloved wise gentle elder
Who guided me through thick and thin
When I was seeing things he listened
Not like them bloody doctors with drugs

Grandpa Big Smoke was a spirit warrior
He walked to death a free man silent
When his ashes were returned to water
That morning sun gifted us all brilliantly