There's not a leaders hand
Free from blood
Of native bands

Fiercely defending their ancestors home
Beating their drums, rattling their bones

Who owns the earth in which to be sold?
The same as the sky, some wise ones once told

Until we learn how to simply just be
Wandering the forest looking to eat.

Crazy horse stood up brandishing bows,
Collecting coups against his foes

Joseph rode hard showing no fright
Wind at his back, preparing to fight.