The Earth Is Our Mother. She Should

When My Young Men Began The Killing, My Heart Was Hurt.

When The Last Deer Disappears Into The Morning Mist, When The Last Elk Vanishes From The Hills, When The Last Buffalo Falls On The Plains, I Will Hunt Mice For I Am A Hunter And I Must Have My Freedom.

Our Chiefs Are Killed. . . . The Little Children Are Freezing To Death. . . . My People Have No Blankets, No Food. . . . My Heart Is Sick And Sad. . . . I Will Fight No More Forever.

Look Twice At A Two-faced Man.

I Said In My Heart That, Rather Than Have War, I Would Give Up My Country.