Not really those perfect like God
For God indeed I love but cannot see
As I would want to see angels around
My best Angels should be black
But I wouldn’t mind for a red one
Looking like my northern friends
Sometimes beautifully chubby
I want Angels that withstand cold
In love with snows and forest lands
Vested in moccasins and animal hides
Loving to travel up north often and on
I want to see Angels that defend lands
Fighting with our water protectors in front
Against agents that desecrate Mother Earth
Angels that speak Innu, Cree and Ojibway
My favourite angels have to understand well
The plights and joys of my people of the North
Their traumas and their history of colonization
And their tireless resilience and daily resistance
For Angels can also be Amerindians
Alisonomi 2019©
