They Want Us To Give Up Another

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

As Individual Fingers We Can Easily Be Broken, But All Together We Make A Mighty Fist.

Inside Of Me There Are Two Dogs. One Is Mean And Evil And The Other Is Good And They Fight Each Other All The Time. When Asked Which One Wins I Answer, The One I Feed The Most.

God Made Me An Indian, But Not A Reservation Indian.

I Hardly Sustain Myself Beneath The Weight Of White Men's Blood That I Have Shed. The Whites Provoked The War; Their Injustices, Their Indignities To Our Families, The Cruel, Unheard Of And Wholly Unprovoked Massacre At Fort Lyon ... Shook All The Veins Which Bind And Support Me. I Rose, Tomahawk In Hand, And I Have Done All The Hurt To The Whites That I Could.