The multi-coloured corn and maize grown in North America by indigenous people is being eased out by modern GMO farming practices which is another insult to First Nations, adding to the gross colonial savagery. This photograph also beautifully depicts the colourful diversity of people on the outside around the world.

CORN: CELEBRATING WHILE REMEMBERING

In the past few weeks in Canada hidden graves in Catholic church run Residential Schools are being uncovered using ground penetrating radar. Currently over 1,000 remains of children from only 3 schools have been identified. As these scans are completed across the country, fears are that deaths will exceed 10,000. Flags in the Township of Georgina where I live have been at half mast for weeks. July 1st 2021.

CORN: CELEBRATING WHILE REMEMBERING

It is a wacky world we’re in
We’re cruel too much
We hate and sin

We are diverse but still shut down
Superior whites
From out of town

Indigenous here all along
Their corn and maize
Coloured and strong

Like GMO now’s driving out
For centuries
It’s been a rout

In Europe there used to be blue corn
Batchelor button flowers
They now morn

But we have them here in our town
Lining the roads
Don’t mow them down

Like flags that now hang at half mast
Let’s keep the corn flower
And grieve and honour all indigenous past

 

Last year town staff mowed down the beautiful corn flowers lining our country roads. We are lobbying to keep them as a memorial as well as the half mast flags to honour and remember lost First Nations children.
We believe it is fit that those of us of European origin particularly encourage this as a token of our grief for how the First Nations people have been treated for centuries, and a small gesture in keeping the pressure on permanent solutions being implemented from the recommendations in the 2008-2015 Truth and Reconciliation Commission.

see Indigenous poem Autochthonous: https://www.redthreadpoets.com/indigenous/
with a new photograph of orange day lilies ‘marching’ to also get our attention.

Born in Scotland, lived in England, undeservedly married to Veronica, living in Canada. We have three daughters with wonderful families. An accountant by training, but a career mostly in Canada in varied business environments. After revelation about Our Triune God's Covenant and then retiring in 2014, I started writing poetry to try to understand the source of my childhood confusion and struggles since. The Lord's constant encouragement and love keeps drawing me to express my appreciation.