Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee.

The Art Finds Kingdoms In A Foot Of Ground.

We Thought, Because We Had Power, We Had Wisdom.

I Had Lost Something In My Youth And Made Money Instead.

Grant Us A Common Faith That We Shall Know Bread And Peace-that We Shall Know Justice And Righteousness, Freedom And Security, An Equal Opportunity And An Equal Chance To Do Our Best Not Only In Our Own Lands, But Throughout The World. And In That Faith Let Us March Toward The Clean World Our Hands Can Make.

Money Is Sullen And Wisdom Is Sly, But Youth Is The Pollen That Blows Through The Sky And Does Not Ask Why.