From War Cry on a Prayer Feather, 1979, by Nancy Wood
I would like to be a tree
but you would cut me down.
I would like to be a river
but you would build a dam.
I would like to be a bird
but you would poison what I eat.
I would like to be a deer
but you would shoot me for my meat.
I would like to be a fish
but you would catch me in your net.
I would like to be a coyote
but you would want me for my skin.
I would like to be a grizzly bear
but you would kill me because I’m rare.
I would like to be a flower
but you would pick me to take home.
I would like to be what I am.
Is there any hope for that?