We live among one another in slums, the government looks down on us as bums
All we want is to be treated fairly, even though you hear of us rarely
Respect, Respect that's all we desire, and those who do we will greatly admire
"America The Beautiful" you always say , but what about the millions of Indians that died yesterday
History books don't tell what really went down, when white settlers burned our Longhouses, Teepees, and towns
The Creator of Breath taught us to love those who hate, even the soldiers who tried to destroy our fate
No one really know our side of the tale of those who intruded whose skin was pale
Many people say "Keep Hope Alive" when thousand of Indians are struggling to survive
The Spirit of the American Indian is here to stay, it will never vanish or fly away
Ramieka Teres Cox-- Wolf Clan
