We Do Not Want Riches, We Want

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

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.

The Whites Are The Same Everywhere. I See Them Every Day.

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.

The White Man Has Got The Gold Out Of The Land Which Belonged To The Red Man.