Therefore, I Do Not Wish

I Was Very Sorry When I Found Out That Your Intentions Were Good And Not What I Supposed They Were.

Behold, My Friends, The Spring Is Come; The Earth Has Gladly Received The Embraces Of The Sun, And We Shall Soon See The Results Of Their Love!

I Have Killed, Robbed, And Injured Too Many White Men To Believe In A Good Peace.

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?

Now That We Are Poor, We Are Free. No White Man Controls Our Footsteps.