When I Think Of Our Condition, My

The White Men Told Lies For Each Other. They Drove Off A Great Many Of Our Cattle. Some Branded Our Young Cattle So They Could Claim Them.

Some Of You Think An Indian Is Like A Wild Animal. This Is A Great Mistake.

You Might As Well Expect Rivers To Run Backwards As Any Man Born Free To Be Contented Penned Up.

All Men Were Made Brothers. The Earth Is The Mother Of All People, And All People Should Have Equal Rights Upon It. You Might As Well Expect The Rivers To Run Backward As That Any Man Who Was Born Free Should Be Content When Penned Up And Denied Liberty To Go Where He Pleases.

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.