We Ask To Be Recognized As Men.

I Saw Clearly That War Was Upon Us When I Learned That My Young Men Had Been Secretly Buying Ammunition.

The Earth And Myself Are Of One Mind. The Measure Of The Land And The Neasure Of Our Bodies Are The Same

I Am Tired Of Talk That Comes To Nothing It Makes My Heart Sick When I Remember All The Good Words And All The Broken Promises. There Has Been Too Much Talking By Men Who Had No Right To Talk. It Does Not Require Many Words To Speak The Truth.

Our People Could Not Talk With These White-faced Men, But They Used Signs Which All People Understand.

Good Words Will Not Give Me Back My Children.