The White Men Told Lies For Each

When An Indian Fights, He Only Shoots To Kill.

We Live, We Die, And Like The Grass And Trees, Renew Ourselves From The Soft Earth Of The Grave. Stones Crumble And Decay, Faiths Grow Old And They Are Forgotten, But New Beliefs Are Born. The Faith Of The Villages Is Dust Now... But It Will Grow Again... Like The Trees.

We Gave Up Some Of Our Country To The White Men, Thinking That Then We Could Have Peace. We Were Mistaken. The White Man Would Not Let Us Alone.

If The White Man Wants To Live In Peace With The Indian, He Can Live In Peace. Treat All Men Alike. Give Them All The Same Law. Give Them All An Even Chance To Live And Grow. All Men Were Made By The Same Great Spirit Chief. They Are All Brothers. The Earth Is The Mother Of All People, And All People Should Have Equal Rights Upon It. Let Me Be A Free Man, Free To Travel, Free To Stop, Free To Work, Free To Trade Where I Choose, Free To Choose My Own Teachers, Free To Follow The Religion Of My Fathers, Free To Think And Talk And Act For Myself, And I Will Obey Every Law, Or Submit To The Penalty.

When The Last Deer Disappears Into The Morning Mist, When The Last Elk Vanishes From The Hills, When The Last Buffalo Falls On The Plains, I Will Hunt Mice For I Am A Hunter And I Must Have My Freedom.