Re-solution

Mother equals mother equals wife equals church;
“Stabilize my working context, make me a perch”;
Mother’s father mother’s father husband and world;
Competition competition yield in the swirl.

Whence will come the resolution – Mammon or God?
Pressure mounting pressure mounting here on this sod;
Wish there was a resolution, peace for my soul;
Imitating old position way to my goal?

Problem here is one of culture – third culture kid;
Both of us affected by it – here’s how to rid
Souls of conflict: doesn’t matter – new culture in,
(Earth, then work, then way to do it) – how best to win.

First they hunted game and the gathered fruit by the hand;
Then they came for furs and traded trinkets for land;
Then the farmers cleared the forest plowed up the soil;
What’s our resource for extraction? Movies and oil?

If there are no new resources, here’s where it stops;
First the natives, then the Métis, sat around and talked;
Told their stories, spun their legends, life leveled out;
We’re just like them; party’s over; future’s in doubt.

On arrival here from Europe – stability:
Tribes aplenty wandered freely – Salteaux and Cree;
New disruptions from outsiders – wealth from the soil;
Staples for their homeland products – new call for toil.

’Till there rises new resources, that’s where we stand;
Pigs have shown us (plant has grown us) here in this land;
Find a way to draw resources here where we live,
That resolves our little problem – touching to give.

Now we’ve got a hot machine to comb through the net;
Meanwhile we have games and stories – some needs are met;
I don’t like the politicking; pressure for you;
Time to start up new employment for folks to do.

Animating new solutions – new life for here;
Info-searching – techno-transfer – tuning our ear;
CASIL structure frees us for it; eggs growing up;
Watching for the big payola – make us some luck.

Conflict from past generations fails to account,
For the shift that’s needed as we rise from the swamp;
Life needs changing; we need products; wealth for the folks,
So grim faces of our neighbors melt into jokes.

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