Now That We Are Poor,

Our Religion Seems Foolish To You, But So Does Yours To Me. The Baptists And Methodists And Presbyterians And The Catholics All Have A Different God. Why Cannot We Have One Of Our Own?

What Treaty Have The Sioux Made With The White Man That We Have Broken? Not One. What Treaty Have The White Man Ever Made With Us That They Have Kept? Not One.

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 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.