It Does Not Take Many Words To

I Wish It To Be Remembered That I Was The Last Man Of My Tribe To Surrender My Rifle.

What Does It Matter How Long I Pray, So Long As My Prayers Are Answered?

Is It Wrong For Me To Love My Own? Is It Wicked For Me Because My Skin Is Red? Because I Am Sioux? Because I Was Born Where My Father Lived? Because I Would Die For My People And My Country?

Every Seed Is Awakened, And All Animal Life.

If We Must Die, We Die Defending Our Rights.