All People Should Be Treated The Same

All People Should Be Treated The Same Way On Earth.

The Earth And Myself Are Of One Mind. The Measure Of The Land And The Neasure Of Our Bodies Are The Same

Hear Me, My Chiefs! I Am Tired. My Heart Is Sick And Sad. From Where The Sun Now Stands, I Will Fight No More Forever.

For A Short Time We Lived Quietly. But This Could Not Last. White Men Had Found Gold In The Mountains Around The Land Of Winding Water.

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.