The Song And The Drumming Were Like

It Is Hard To Follow One Great Vision In This World Of Darkness And Of Many Changing Shadows. Among Those Men Get Lost.

Once We Were Happy In Our Own Country And We Were Seldom Hungry, For Then The Two-leggeds And The Four-leggeds Lived Together Like Relatives, And There Was Plenty For Them And For Us. But The Wasichus Came, And They Have Made Little Islands For Us And Other Little Islands For The Four-leggeds, And Always These Islands Are Becoming Smaller, For Around Them Surges The Gnawing Flood Of The Wasichu; And It Is Dirty With Lies And Greed.

I Did Not Know Then How Much Was Ended. When I Look Back Now From This High Hill Of My Old Age, I Can Still See The Butchered Women And Children Lying Heaped And Scattered All Along The Crooked Gulch As Plain As When I Saw Them With Eyes Still Young. And I Can See That Something Else Died There In The Bloody Mud, And Was Buried In The Blizzard. A People's Dream Died There. It Was A Beautiful Dream.

The Universe Is Circles Within Circles, And Everything Is One Circle, And All The Circles Are Connected To Each Other. Each Family Is A Circle, And Those Family Circles Connect Together And Make A Community, And The Community Makes Its Circle Where It Lives On The Earth. It (the Community) Cares For That Part (of The Earth) But Cares For It As A Circle - Which Is To Say In A Cooperative And Egalitarian Way, Where Everybody Is Cared For, And Everybody Is Respected.

Grandfather, Great Spirit, Once More Behold Me On Earth And Lean To Hear My Feeble Voice.