Forget not
Is it our fate to live historyof our Red race between dawn and dawn
The long wrongs the
few swift joys
The forever knocking of our Ancestors
Foeget Not Forget Not
Is it the drumming
in our souls
Is it love of our
Mother Earth
Or perhaps remembrance
of a land once free
Never was there a question of
us owning Mother Earth
Ah no quite the contary the
Earth owns us
We are her fertil soil
We carry her throbbing pulse
close beneath our skin
She insnares us with
our birth
We are her multitude
With her cry we respond
We die with her pain
in our souls it drums
Forget Not Forget Not
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