Good Words Will Not Give Me Back

When I Think Of Our Condition, My Heart Is Heavy. I See Men Of My Own Race Treated As Outlaws And Driven From Country To Country, Or Shot Down Like Animals.

We Were Like Deer. They Were Like Grizzly Bear.

I Labored Hard To Avoid Trouble And Bloodshed.

I Saw Clearly That War Was Upon Us When I Learned That My Young Men Had Been Secretly Buying Ammunition.

Good Words Will Not Give Me Back My Children.