The Valley and the hill
A sight to see
He with the band and quill
Ruling us for ages to be.
Lying on the surface
A connection you can not trace
That come to brace
And put a smile on the face.

Doing our normal day
Then the white ones came.
Our talk they couldn’t say
Their talk felt the same.
Gold they want
Love we sought.
Man they think is top
Man we think is equal.
Land they see is to make
Profits that are not our take.

So reducing was our people
As worse were done,
While working with a sickle,
The child gets dragged with force,
To the sweet sad slide,
Without a yes from the parent.

So began the journey to hell,
As the kids were forced to learn,
The do and talk they don’t tell
So theirs they wouldn’t yearn.
They say the school is good,
But for whose good exactly,
For their goal is to wipe,
Out the whole Indian...