«Im telling you a story of a man in space, With his hands on his face. Floating about him are the spirits of age; Whispering about man and his place. They asking him to remind this man of his place, using his voice; And despite all the violence and the noise you can still hear them saying: Be proud Redman be proud. Be proud of your tradition, be proud of your race and be proud of your vision. Be proud of your place and be proud of your mission. The paint on your face, saying never submission, remember those days and remember your religion, the freedom and the nature and the birth of first vision. We are all still here; We are all still listening to the prayers in the smoke that your pipes release into the air with the hope that your children will grow to be aware and be proud of what is theirs.»
Posted on: Mon, 24 Mar 2014 23:54:37 +0000
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