When My Young Men Began The Killing,

Whenever The White Man Treats The Indian As They Treat Each Other, Then We Will Have No More Wars. We Shall All Be Alike-brothers Of One Father And One Another, With One Sky Above Us And One Country Around Us, And One Government For All.

I Pressed My Father's Hand And Told Him I Would Protect His Grave With My Life. My Father Smiled And Passed Away To The Spirit Land.

We Ask To Be Recognized As Men.

We Soon Found That The White Men Were Growing Rich Very Fast, And Were Greedy.

All People Should Be Treated The Same Way On Earth.