I Pressed My Father's Hand And Told

All People Should Be Treated The Same Way On Earth.

Our People Could Not Talk With These White-faced Men, But They Used Signs Which All People Understand.

When My Young Men Began The Killing, My Heart Was Hurt.

Whenever The White Man Treats The Indian As They Treat Each Other, Then We Will Have No More Wars. We Shall All Be Alike-brothers Of One Father And One Another, With One Sky Above Us And One Country Around Us, And One Government For All.

Good Words Will Not Give Me Back My Children.