We Are Part Of The Earth And

How Can Your God Become Our God And Renew Our Prosperity And Awaken In Us Dreams Of Returning Greatness?

The White Man's God Cannot Love Our People Or He Would Protect Them. They Seem To Be Orphans Who Can Look Nowhere For Help. How Then Can We Be Brothers?

Tribe Follows Tribe, Nations Follow Nations Like The Tides Of The Sea. It Is The Order Of Nature, And Regret Is Useless.

Like A Man Who Has Been Dying For Many Days, A Man In Your City Is Numb To The Stench.

The White Man's Dead Forget The Country Of Their Birth When They Go To Walk Among The Stars. Our Dead Never Forget This Beautiful Earth, For It Is The Mother Of The Red Man. We Are Part Of The Earth And It Is Part Of Us.