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Cover my earth mother four times with many flowers.
Let the heavens be covered with the banked-up clouds.
Let the earth be covered with fog; cover the earth with rain
I Hold
No question at all
I Don't
fear the unknown
I've Known
My Liquor & Gold
Spirited Soul
Has to Bear It Alone
This is it, we have won.
But in reality, the battle has just begun.
My brothers and sisters, together we stood tall.
But as the fight continues, we must promise to never fall.
We camp in glory, we camp at peace.
Standing Rock, so brave and free.
It seems the rest of the world, they don't see, the police aren't here to protect you and me.
My presence may not be felt there, but my mind travels far.
Deep in the mountains there lies an oasis
The remanent of the natives of ancient
You often do not hear of us,
when race is discussed.
Not in the history books and not in everyday life.
We are a dwindled race with pride and grace,
yet we are still facing the same things.
As I step out into the morning Sun, I feel its warmth upon my skin. I mouth the words of the ancestors. I greet the Sun, I pray for monsoon rains. I pray for my people to become strong, to keep our traditions and language alive.
Warm hands drip with crimison sorrows.
These are not hands of murders
But protectors
Of land they had rightfully earned
To live with, not on.
From which to borrow, not take.
Uh. Uh. Agency. History. Word. Here we go:
United States, United States
Tryin' to show the world its pretty face
But 'merica's history ain't always a pretty view
Open Zinn and Russell and let's review
Words flow quickly from her singing mouth,
as her hair was carried by a soft breeze.
“You think you own whatever land
you land on, the Earth is just a dead
thing you can claim.” As Englishmen
