When the course of
history has been told Let these truths here carved
be known; conscience dictates civilizations live
And duty ours to place before the world, A chronicle
which will long endure. For like all things under
us and beyond Inevitably we must pass into oblivion.
This land of refuge to the stranger
Was ours for countless eons before; Civilizations
majestic and
mighty. Our gifts were many which we shared and
our gratitude for them was known. But later,
given my oppressed ones Were murder, rape and
sanguine
war.
Looking east from whence invaders
came, Greedy usurpers of our heritage. For us
the past
is in
our hearts, The future never to be fulfilled.
To you I give this granite epic For your descendants
to always know- “My lands are where my dead lie
buried.”
Korczak Ziokowski, Sculptor Crazy
Horse Memorial, Black Hills, South Dakota.
“Love
Remains”
We are born one fine day, children
of god on our way. Moma smiles daddy cries, miracle
before their eyes.
They protect us till were of age, through it all love remains.
Boy’s move on and take a bride, to stand faithful by their sides. Tears and sweat
tobuild a home, raise a family of
their own.Times of joy and of pain, through
it all love remains.
Kingdoms come and go but they don’t
last. Before you know the future is the past. In
spite of what’s been lost and what’s been gained.
We are living proof that love remains.I
don’t know what I’d do, on this earth without you.
We all live and we all die, but
the end is not goodbye. The sun comes up and the
seasons change.
Hope lives
on, and love remains.
Colin Raye
“Chief
Seattle's Testimony, 1854”
You must teach your children
that the ground beneath their feet
is the ashes of their grandfathers. So that they
will respect the land, tell your children that
the earth is rich with the lives of our own kin.
Teach your children what we have taught our children,
that the earth is our mother. Whatever befalls
the earth befalls the sons of the earth. If men
spit on the ground, they spit upon themselves.
This we know. The earth does
not belong to man: man belongs to the earth.
This we know. All things
are connected like the blood which unites one
family. All things are connected.
Whatever befalls
the
earth befalls the sons of the earth. Man did
not weave the web of life, he is merely a strand
in
it.
Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.