If We Must Die, We Die Defending

They Want Us To Give Up Another Chunk Of Our Tribal Land. This Is Not The First Time Or The Last Time.

First Kill Me Before You Take Possession Of My Fatherland.

I Want To Tell You That If The Great Spirit Had Chosen Anyone To Be The Chief Of This Country, It Is Myself.

The Meat Of The Buffalo Tastes The Same On Both Sides Of The Border.

Strangely Enough, They Have A Mind To Till The Soil, And The Love Of Possessions Is A Disease In Them.