We Damaged All The Big Guns We

We Live, We Die, And Like The Grass And Trees, Renew Ourselves From The Soft Earth Of The Grave. Stones Crumble And Decay, Faiths Grow Old And They Are Forgotten, But New Beliefs Are Born. The Faith Of The Villages Is Dust Now... But It Will Grow Again... Like The Trees.

We Do Not Want Churches. They Will Teach Us To Quarrel About God.

If The White Man Wants To Live In Peace With The Indian, He Can Live In Peace. There Need Be No Trouble. Treat All Men Alike. Give Them All The Same Law. Give Them All An Even Chance To Live And Grow.

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.

We Had A Great Many Horses, Of Which We Gave Lewis And Clark What They Needed, And They Gave Us Guns And Tobacco In Return.