If you can hear the land speak

she will tell the story

of how students rose like

Morning Glories

to compost lies

and tell of the glory

freedom found in the understory

we’re rising up like an allegory

they tried to keep us in purgatory

but we’re making moves

we’re transitory

Indigenous in every territory

from Wiwáŋyaŋg Wačípi to Palestine

make it auditory!

their genocide is inflammatory

their conquest lies on the predatory

our love, forever absolutory

we’re outside their category

enacting our own ceremony