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| Our Land by � cherokee_thorn Our land will never fill your greed. Creator shant fill your wants. Our blood has fed the grass. Our daughters have filled your needs. Our starving wails fill the air we can not breathe. The stench of ignorance in classrooms of decay. Our numbers now grow from death, defeat, and abandon. An unwilling suicide of our people saved our nation. The one thing you can not take is our pride. We are taking that and destroying ourselves. These drugs and spirits are but a moment of forgiveness. Let your hearts and souls lead you back into our fold. Rise up my brothers, follow me my sisters. Let us rekindle flames of our heritage. do-hi-yi a-i-su utsula sinvyi Peace Walks in my footprints Cherokee Thorn � 2002 |