Words Do Not Pay For My Dead

Good Words Will Not Give My People Good Health And Stop Them From Dying. Good Words Will Not Get My People A Home Where They Can Live In Peace And Take Care Of Themselves. I Am Tired Of Talk That Comes To Nothing. It Makes My Heart Sick When I Remember All The Good Words And Broken Promises.

The Earth Is Our Mother. She Should Not Be Disturbed By Hoe Or Plough. We Want Only To Subsist On What She Freely Gives Us.

The Great Spirit Chief Who Rules Above All Will Smile Upon This Land... And This Time The Indian Race Is Waiting And Praying.

The Earth Was Created By The Assistance Of The Sun, And It Should Be Left As It Was. The Country Was Made Without Lines Of Demarcation, And It Is No Man's Business To Divide It.

I Will Obey Every Law, Or Submit To The Penalty.