I Wish It To Be Remembered That

In My Early Days, I Was Eager To Learn And To Do Things, And Therefore I Learned Quickly.

Is It Wrong For Me To Love My Own? Is It Wicked For Me Because My Skin Is Red? Because I Am Sioux? Because I Was Born Where My Father Lived? Because I Would Die For My People And My Country?

Strangely Enough, They Have A Mind To Till The Soil, And The Love Of Possessions Is A Disease In Them.

First Kill Me Before You Take Possession Of My Fatherland.

They Claim This Mother Of Ours, The Earth, For Their Own Use, And Fence Their Neighbors Away From Her, And Deface Her With Their Buildings And Their Refuse.