Under yellow skin sun

Me redskin man come

To white house father black

Ask for tribe sorrow back

Teepee blanket sleeping sacks

Shooting women kids in back

I redskin remember white mans laugh

As they took wife and daughters out back

Try to make pink babies with squaws

Then shoot my children with my dogs

Left me for dirt down dead

Make earths skin blush red


June 2011 no white sorrow yet

Disclaimer by silence my bet

Slaughter of earths best friend too much

Cannot bring their tongues to touch

Chief of white house not now white

But still no sorrows comes this night

Busy with black or brown my bet

Not enough Indian votes now left!