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SPIRIT

The spirit of the native people is the strongest force I have ever seen. It has been step on, bend, stomp, and yet lives on stronger than before. Some say that the native people had lost their respect and dignity, I believe this is not true, for respect and dignity are two of the four parts that make up the spirit of these proud and honorable people. This is to all of them both for today and yesterday's gone by. HONOR The virtue of honor lives strong in their hearts, as they honor all life and themselves. Those who try to put the native down, has no honor and will never see it's true meaning. RESPECT The virtue has more meaning than any one man can imagine, not only to have respect for self, but to have respect for all things that are both great and small. To show respect one earns it, to try to oppressed another or to hate for any reason shows no respect for self. All races are guilty of this, but not all in a race is guilty. Respect those who done you no harm, respect yourself. DIGNITY To have dignity is to believe in yourself, no other can give you it. And to have dignity is not if you live in a fancy house about to live true in your heart. Those who try to take your dignity away has none themselves. A man with dignity would not lower himself to that of his adversary. PRIDE Pride is one of the strongest of all the four, to have pride in your life and your people can move mountains. But it to can be harmful, for to much pride can turn your heart cold, and your vision narrow. SPIRIT These are what makes up the spirit, and to say that the native people had lost any of it would be a lie. For if that was true they would have perished long ago into the shadows of the past. But they did not, and never will, for the native spirit is to strong, and the people will never be extinct, and this I give thanks to the creator. They will survive and one day take their rightful place, for no bullet or knife can pierce the naive spirit. As long as they believe in themselves, they will never perish.

Trail Of Tears

The long horrid path that our people passed, Walking for days on end,
Realizing that things don't last,
Even broken hearts can't sometimes mend,

Walking and trying to survive,
Some just dying along the way,
From starvation, and sickness,
Try walking that trail today,

Some had been shot,
Some had been stabbed,
The winter so cold, but the sun so hot,
Some of the children were even dragged,

They walked along the same trail,
As if the journey would never stop,
You could hear their little wails,
And than they would drop,

Such a time should have never been,
For so many have cried,
Such a long and narrow trend,
Hard to believe how many have died,

We will always remember Our People,
The ones that took this Trail of Tears,
And when you pray to the Creator,
So many people don't even care,

That we are all supposed to love each other,
In this world great and small,
For we are all sisters and brothers,
So you should always have a listening ear,
To hear your brothers call.