The poem explores the concept of “native” as an identity tied to feeling and connection, in contrast to the modern world’s suppression of these senses. The author notes the hypocrisy of those who claim to understand the term “native” while disconnecting themselves from nature and history. Ultimately, the author expresses a longing to be a “native” themselves, to be a free person who is truly connected and sees more.

Must have been a white man,
To scream at the history with a “native” sound.
I could call my neighbour a “native”,
Now wouldn’t it be creative?

Over the seas of red and clouds,
We travel, disconnected from the sounds.
From wind, water and other life,
Suppressing our senses five.

Sixth sometimes tells us more,
But then we snore,
Or visit a friendly healer,
Who tells us we are too much of a feeler.

If we would allow ourselves to feel?
What would be the worst – to believe in a dream?
Let go of some steam?
Jump off a beam?

People who feel are called “the natives”,
And we ensure they are none of our relatives.
Pah! They shouldn’t even be acquainted,
Or else all of our friends will soon be departed. 

Over the years we held “natives” in cellars,
Got them shot, or shouted at by tellers.
Bad manners?
Too many planners?

When I think of “natives” I see a free people,
Those, who sees-all.
I’d like to be one,
Once I get there I also hope to be surrounded by another someone.

Be one.