A Man Who Would Not Love His

War Can Be Avoided, And It Ought To Be Avoided. I Want No War.

When The Last Deer Disappears Into The Morning Mist, When The Last Elk Vanishes From The Hills, When The Last Buffalo Falls On The Plains, I Will Hunt Mice For I Am A Hunter And I Must Have My Freedom.

It Makes My Heart Sick When I Remember All The Good Words And The Broken Promises.

When I Think Of Our Condition, My Heart Is Heavy. I See Men Of My Own Race Treated As Outlaws And Driven From Country To Country, Or Shot Down Like Animals.

I Would Have Given My Own Life If I Could Have Undone The Killing Of White Men By My People.