On this day, we celebrate genocide.
We water your tree of liberty with the blood of my people.
On the highway of tears, we drive in circles of abuse,
because so many god-fearing native children never got to choose.
Kanata means village, a safe place to gather with friends and family around.
Canada means pillage, a country where your child's bones might not be found.
We are the Kitlope Henaaksiala, it means dying off slowly
It's a reference to our natural long lives but it means something else to me
That we won't be washed away with the tides of pain.
We refuse to be extinguished, on our land we remain.