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| Brothers by � wetzelbill Blackhorns rolling across The open prairie, Stretching Until the Backbone, High above Our land, Our people, Our life Further past, the Backbone of The World, Lies a vast body Of Water, Carrying dreams that Evaporate in Sun Chief's medicine Dreams which mist into thin air Into lungs for all who live, All who breathe, Beyond further Is the land, Land With Yellow Men, South lies Black skins, Below Backbone are Brown, Some others are red like us And all over the Napikwans-white Skinned warriors, we haven't Seen yet, Over the vast body Napi sent the Napikwan Chief Thin, pale with hair on his face And he met with all the Many colors, colors of Our world, Colors of our Brothers, This Pale Chief Told powerful medicine stories He held our hands, and we held Each other's, He told how Other Pale Chiefs would kill And hurt us all, They'd Kill Themselves, Many would Cry Until the end, They'd kill this Chief, kill him for all of us His blood to wash us clean Like crimson rivers, For us To live, For us to die, To Be together in the forever Red, Black, Yellow, Brown All cried with this Napikwan, Lamenting in his sorrow, Lamenting In his death, We all knew He spoke true, His Medicine was so strong And he told us not to fear To hold his father, Napi, In our hearts, To love One another, He would make All our tears stop, One day He, the eternal, would rise For the second time, And Take our pain, Take our Pain Away, And all us Brothers, Would someday Be hand in hand again |
