You hunt for the sport and trophies.
My people hunt for food and clothing.
You fish only to mount on a wall
What you have caught.
My people fish to feed our bellies
And to strengthen our children.
You use dogs to do your tracking
My people use my gifts of sight and hearing.
You cut trees to make timber and paper.
My people use the trees to keep warm
And for survival during times of need.
You destroy the air with gases.
My people relish the air, for it is very sacred.
You came and took the lands from my people.
You came and destroyed thousands of my people.
My people offered the Sacred Pipe,
And yet clouded minds would not accept.
My people are hurt and scared.
I am hurt and angry.
Who am I?
I am Wankantan. The Great Spirit.
And this is my plea to you.
We are all brothers and sisters.
Can the red man and the white man
Ever live in harmony?
Who am I?
I am Wankantan, the Great Spirit.
And this is my plea to you...
Okiniwa Ishkanae Wachicha Tatunka Okinamahae!!!
