im an indian, but to others declared as a savage,
the white man took my land, and took my women,
railroad spikes , driven to take my soul,
my heart soars like a hawk, but i dont know where to go,
like many others, they killed my mother,
executed my sisters and brothers, and called it a war,
the chidren that they killed, cried in fear,
the ones who fought, feel with terars,
they raped and burned those, who were of beauty,
and told their president ,that it was truely,
a needed action to kill my past, they never kept their promises of land,
all the treaties they gave, they never held true,
care they not of the earth or the moon,
my people, our land, now gone to ropes,
seeing their bodys sway, as they start to choke,
i sit at the top of the mountain, with the cheif,
i feel the spirits cry, as he speaks,
he tells me we must fight, but we wont win,
better to die with honor, than with shame,
i help him to his feet, as we dance,
the battle cry, is one that stands,
they will never keep their word,so we must stay,
and fight he who has tried to destroy our name,
their guns are mighty,and cause much pain,
but i stand proud,to be an indian.........
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Originally Posted by spader
