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Swapping Chains

  1. Break your iron shackles; replace with broken keys.
  2. Have a taste of freedom, but never really free.
  3. Bathed with flaming water didn’t bleach your skin.
  4. Cursed with myth and scripture, philosophies of men.
  5. Take your dimes and dollars to build the halls so grand
  6. ’Cross the traded ocean, but never in your land.
  7. No ticket for the mountain, no fig leaves for your waist,
  8. No oil for your forehead, no tokened hands embraced,
  9. No families forever, no broken bread or wine,
  10. No pastor, priest, or elder, and no empowered climb,
  11. No tongues or hands of healing, no prophecy or dreams,
  12. No chance for highest glory until the white man deems.

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By Kim Siever

I live in Lethbridge with my spouse and 4 of our 6 children. I’m a writer, focusing on political news, social issues, and the occasional poem. My politics are radically left. I am a political economy student at the University of Athabasca, working on my second undergrad degree.

I’m also dichotomally Mormon. And I’m a functional vegetarian: I have a blog post about that somewhere around here. My pronouns are he/him, and I’m queer.

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