The White Man Has Got The Gold

We Were Told That They Wished Merely To Pass Through Our Country. . . To Seek For Gold In The Far West . . . Yet Before The Ashes Of The Council Are Cold, The Great Father Is Building His Forts Among Us. . . . His Presence Here Is . . . An Insult To The Spirits Of Our Ancestors. Are We Then To Give Up Their Sacred Graves To Be Allowed For Corn?

Look At Me. I Was A Warrior On This Land Where The Sun Rises, Now I Come From Where The Sun Sets. Whose Voice Was First Surrounded On This Land - The Red People With Bows And Arrows. The Great Father Says He Is Good And Kind To Us. I Can't See It.

Even If You Live Forty Or Fifty Years In This World, And Then Die, You Cannot Take All Your Goods With You.

We Do Not Want Riches, We Want Peace And Love.

I Hope The Great Heavenly Father, Who Will Look Down Upon Us, Will Give All The Tribes His Blessing, That We May Go Forth In Peace, And Live In Peace All Our Days, And That He Will Look Down Upon Our Children And Finally Lift Us Far Above This Earth.