Canadian Inuk

I will sing in my language

Of the perils of my wintry life

The snow is deep today, 

The snow is thick

But I will tell you of icy woes that you men know naught about

If you did stare deep within my tired eyes you would see ice,

Numbing snow,

An iceberg

An iceberg,

Just the tip,

A tiny fragment you may stumbling understand

The rest hide

You see it not

Never will

Never will comprehend the minds of the Inuit

Cold was the day I set off alone in search of the elusive whale

Shivering in my sturdy kayak

Armed with just a harpoon

I followed him long

Even when I could not see him

It was days when I at last killed him

And lugged him to the shore

My Inuit tribe fed on the flesh for weeks, 

The elders eating meagerly lest the children starve

If you did stare deep within my tired eyes you would see ice,

Snow,

The tip of an iceberg

When I look at the melting colours of the sky-canvas

I am not afraid like the others

I gaze into it long and deep

And see dancing whales, 

Flying seals,

Swimming birds

Ice-blocks,

Crude igloos,

And snow

Snow

Snow

For we are snow

And the breath that we breathe escapes in steams of ice

Naure is snow for us

And we hold her close to our chests,

Within our iceberg hearts

We do not understand the apathy you foster to her

And you do not understand us

If you did stare deep within my tired eyes you would see the ice,

Melting snow

A sinking iceberg

You do not understand us, cultured man

Do not try to

You never will