Prayer to unite....
It is not blood that makes a native american
It is the soul...
Too many...with the fire of Native blood...walk ignored.
Do not say I am Apache or Kickapoo...
Do not say O am Sioux or Cherokee...
SAY...I am of the mother tribe.
This is the pain of our children...
To return from the stars
without a home or community...
A tribe lost...
returns...Scattered in the wind.
THOSE who hear must unite
and reap the seed of this return.
ONE tribe... ONE earth ONE heart...
ONE people.
Those with ears must build a fire
and give thanks this night
Be united with one soul...
Oh my children come home...
TEACHERS step forward without fear
YOU ARE REAL...
En mektig bønn til Verden.
