natethegreat
Full Member
Long live the Indigenous Tribes of North America
Posts: 117
|
Post by natethegreat on Jan 23, 2019 15:32:11 GMT -5
My sun is set. My day is done. Darkness is stealing over me. Before I lie down to rise no more, I will speak to my people. Hear me, my friends, for it is not the time for me to tell you a lie. The Great Spirit made us, the Indians, and gave us this land that we live in. He gave us the buffalo, the antelope, and the deer for food and clothing.... We fought our enemies and feasted our friends. Our braves drove away all who would take our game.... Our children were many and our herds were large. Old men talked with spirits and made good medicine. Our young men herded the horses and made love to the girls. Where the tipi was, there we stayed and no house imprisoned us. No one said "To this line is my land, to that is yours." In this way our fathers lived and were happy.... Then they sang the Indian songs and would be as the Lakotas were and not as the white man are.... Shadows are long and dark before me. I shall soon lie down to rise no more. While my spirit is with my body the smoke of my breathe shall be towards the Sun for he knows all things and knows that I am still true to him.... The Great Mystery is familiar with my spirit and when I die I will go with him. Then I will be with my forefathers. If this is not in the heaven of the white man, I shall be satisfied. The Sun is my father. The God of the white man has overcome him. But I shall remain true to him.
- Red Cloud
|
|