Cursed Be He That Scalps The Reputation

Cursed Be He That Scalps The Reputation Of The Dead.

I Have Heard Talk And Talk, But Nothing Is Done.

I Would Have Given My Own Life If I Could Have Undone The Killing Of White Men By My People.

When The Last Deer Disappears Into The Morning Mist, When The Last Elk Vanishes From The Hills, When The Last Buffalo Falls On The Plains, I Will Hunt Mice For I Am A Hunter And I Must Have My Freedom.

Good Words Will Not Give My People Good Health And Stop Them From Dying. Good Words Will Not Get My People A Home Where They Can Live In Peace And Take Care Of Themselves. I Am Tired Of Talk That Comes To Nothing. It Makes My Heart Sick When I Remember All The Good Words And Broken Promises.