God Made Me An Indian.

Now That We Are Poor, We Are Free. No White Man Controls Our Footsteps.

In My Early Days, I Was Eager To Learn And To Do Things, And Therefore I Learned Quickly.

Behold, My Friends, The Spring Is Come; The Earth Has Gladly Received The Embraces Of The Sun, And We Shall Soon See The Results Of Their Love!

This Nation Is Like A Spring Freshet; It Overruns Its Banks And Destroys All Who Are In Its Path.

I Hardly Sustain Myself Beneath The Weight Of White Men's Blood That I Have Shed. The Whites Provoked The War; Their Injustices, Their Indignities To Our Families, The Cruel, Unheard Of And Wholly Unprovoked Massacre At Fort Lyon ... Shook All The Veins Which Bind And Support Me. I Rose, Tomahawk In Hand, And I Have Done All The Hurt To The Whites That I Could.