Of the Earth

  We are of the Earth, children of ghosts,
of wind. Buried beneath prejudice and
cruelty. Forgotten by the world, we are
dying out. Our traditions, our people,
fading into the abyss of history.
   Forced to live on reservations, our
freedom, our hope, ripped from our
hearts and souls. Crying out for a
hero, one who will fight for us. One who
will save us from the cruelty and pain.
   Why is every man created equal, but us?
No man is equal in the eyes of this
country. The white man is superior, all
others are dust to be trodden. When will
we be given back our right to live?
   We just want to live, live in harmony
with the Earth around us. Justice for
our people, justice for all the dead.
Justice for all the wrong suffered at the
hands of a cruel government.
   As a storm on the horizon, so we will
come. Fighting oblivion, fight the wrong,
fighting injustice and prejudice. All the
pain we have endured for hundreds of
years won't be in vain.
   I am of the Earth, a child of ghosts, of
wind and thunder. Of the lightning, of the
raging sea, of ceaseless tears and pain. I
am of the night, a daughter of moonbeams and
shadows.
   I am Native American.