ENTER INDIAN HEAD FIRST NATIONS YOUTH GROUP WEB SITE

The advent of techology, has given us a unique opportunity.The Mi'kmaq youth of Newfoundland who live outside of Conne River, are finally able to communicate with others like themselves, who live in Newfoundland and in other parts of the world. The purpose of our web site is to try to educate people about who we are, and in doing so, we hope to prevent the type of feelings presented in the poem below. Click the banner above to enter our site!

The Cold Within,

Six humans trapped by happenstance, in dark and bitter cold.
Each one possessed a stick of wood, or so the story's told.
Their dying fire in need of logs, one woman held hers back
for on the faces around the fire she saw that one was black.

The next one looking across the way, saw one not of his church,
and couldn't bring himself to give, the first his stick of birch.
The third one sat in tattered clothes, and gave his coat a hitch
"Why should my log be used to aid the filthy rich?"

The rich man just sat back and thought, of the wealth he had in store
and how to keep what he had earned, from the lazy, shiftless, poor.
The Black man's face bespoke revenge, as the fire passed from his sight
for all he saw in his stick of wood, was a chance to spite the white.

The last man in this forlorn group, did not give except for gain.
Giving only to those who gave, was how he played the game.
Six logs held tight in death's still hands, was proof of human sin.
They didn't die from the cold without, They died from the cold within.

-Author Unknown

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