"We All Bleed Red"
Our Ancestors cry out to us in words for us to hear
Our relatives, our 'family' needs us all to do what is honorable
They hear the words spoken on the land ,they see the death brought to our loved ones and Mother Earth
And we feel the turmoil in and surrounding Mother Earth
We live it everyday
I am an older woman now, with less physical strength from days past, but with the strength from Mother Earth
and our Great and Mighty Spirit, my loving creator
Writing these words to you, with heavy burdens of the heart for our loved ones
The Native Nations need us...our ancestors cry out for us to hear to do, to help, to stand,to speak
We all bleed red
I walk the Red Path
Lark Eagle
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Perhaps you think that the Creator sent you here to dispose of us as you see fit...
If I thought that you were sent by the creator, I might be induced to think that you have a right to dispose of me
Do not misunderstand me,
But understand me fully with reference my affection to the land
I never said that the land was mine to do with as I choose
The one who has a right to dispose of it is the one who created it
I claim a right to live on my land
I accord you the privilege to return to yours
Brother we have listened to your talk, coming from [ our father] The Great White Chief in Washington , and my people have called upon me to reply to you...
And in the winds which pass through these aged pines
We hear the moaning of their departed ghosts -and if the voice of our people could have been heard-
that act would have never have been done...
But alas,tho they stood around, they could neither
be seen, nor heard
Their tears felt like drops of rain
I hear my voice in the depths of the
forest , but
no answering voice comes back to me
all the silence around me
My words now must be few
I can now say no more
He is silent, for he has nothing to answer when the sun goes down
If I thought that you were sent by the creator, I might be induced to think that you have a right to dispose of me
Do not misunderstand me,
But understand me fully with reference my affection to the land
I never said that the land was mine to do with as I choose
The one who has a right to dispose of it is the one who created it
I claim a right to live on my land
I accord you the privilege to return to yours
Brother we have listened to your talk, coming from [ our father] The Great White Chief in Washington , and my people have called upon me to reply to you...
And in the winds which pass through these aged pines
We hear the moaning of their departed ghosts -and if the voice of our people could have been heard-
that act would have never have been done...
But alas,tho they stood around, they could neither
be seen, nor heard
Their tears felt like drops of rain
I hear my voice in the depths of the
forest , but
no answering voice comes back to me
all the silence around me
My words now must be few
I can now say no more
He is silent, for he has nothing to answer when the sun goes down
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