Now That We Are Poor, We Are

I Know Great Spirit Is Looking Down Upon Me From Above, And Will Hear What I Say.

I Wish It To Be Remembered That I Was The Last Man Of My Tribe To Surrender My Rifle.

I Have Killed, Robbed, And Injured Too Many White Men To Believe In A Good Peace.

What White Man Has Ever Seen Me Drunk? Who Has Ever Come To Me Hungry And Left Me Unfed? Who Has Seen Me Beat My Wives Or Abuse My Children? What Law Have I Broken?

Behold, My Friends, The Spring Is Come; The Earth Has Gladly Received The Embraces Of The Sun, And We Shall Soon See The Results Of Their Love!