If We Must Die, We

For Us, Warriors Are Not What You Think Of As Warriors. The Warrior Is Not Someone Who Fights, Because No One Has The Right To Take Another Life. The Warrior, For Us, Is One Who Sacrifices Himself For The Good Of Others. His Task Is To Take Care Of The Elderly, The Defenseless, Those Who Can Not Provide For Themselves, And Above All, The Children, The Future Of Humanity.

I Hardly Sustain Myself Beneath The Weight Of White Men's Blood That I Have Shed. The Whites Provoked The War; Their Injustices, Their Indignities To Our Families, The Cruel, Unheard Of And Wholly Unprovoked Massacre At Fort Lyon ... Shook All The Veins Which Bind And Support Me. I Rose, Tomahawk In Hand, And I Have Done All The Hurt To The Whites That I Could.

I Have Killed, Robbed, And Injured Too Many White Men To Believe In A Good Peace. They Are Medicine, And I Would Eventually Die A Lingering Death. I Had Rather Die On The Field Of Battle.

Now That We Are Poor, We Are Free. No White Man Controls Our Footsteps.

Each Man Is Good In The Sight Of The Great Spirit. It Is Not Necessary For Eagles To Be Crows. Now We Are Poor But We Are Free. No White Man Controls Our Footsteps. If We Must Die, We Die Defending Our Rights.