In 1855 President Franklin Pierce of the United States made a “request” to Chief Seathl1 of the Suwamish tribe of Indians (who lived in what is now the State of Washington) to “sell” his land to the government. In reply, Chief Seathl sent a letter to the President
You wish to buy the land; Habitation I reside The earth you divide and trade Consuming land to fade My friendship you don’t need Imprisoning me indeed I am forced to deal with you The way you put it through Your guns are still there to shoot Every head and every foot Can you sell and buy the sky? Same rules to the land apply The freshness of the air The sunshine glowing fair The sparkle of water Every bird’s feather Every shining pine needle The soar of every eagle Every sandy shore Every being and more Every mist North south west and east Is not for sale A natural rule and detail The land we do not own So strange is your tone
1. The Chief’s name is perpetuated in the name of the city of Seattle in the State of Washington.
I am a Lebanese female poet, researcher and writer in Arabic and English.Fourth of January, 1957 I was born in Quarnayel, Lebanon. Being an only daughter among three sons, gave my whole life an aromatic taste. I got a master degree in political science from the American University of Beirut. Mahatma Gandhi is the only politician I follow and respect. Gamal Abd Nasir is the only Arab leader I admire. Rabindranath Tagore is my spiritual master. His poetry, writings, music, and universal thought is a real fountain for my spiritual uplifting. Chief Seattle’s “Message To the Modern World” broadened my views and deepened my interrelationships with Mother Nature and the GREAT SPIRIT. John Lennon is my daily friend. I recognize his song “Imagine” as my national anthem. I am a fan of Yoko Ono; I appreciate what she gave to the “whole world” through her love to John. I believe that the cosmic law is the only law that any creature must follow in order to understand the simple truth of life and death: that is another form of existence.
In the soul of the city, the four wheels, the scream for pity. Mercy screamed louder than her voice. Little girls sleeping promised with their toys. Not even one, the strong, the brave, the soldier, the slave. No one could