AMERICAN [ Native American, introductory poem ] Click Here for Free Song Download        I am the master of Sequoyah, Spirit friend of American Nations        Eternal Logos of wisdom's sages, infinity cosmic universal ages        I am the author of peace and love but my right hand holds the thunder        Those who deceive and oppress my people        My white horse soon will trample under. . .                     We all bow to Big Chief                     Great Spirit of Oglala Sioux sky                     Who makes his rain fall on the evil and good                     And hears the oppressed when they cry                     We believe in helping a stranger in need                     And believe in brotherhood                     The avarice way of the savage light hand                     We've never really quite understood                     We all bow to Big Chief                     Our Father of American nations                     Never killing or planting more than we need                     We have reverence for all his creations                     For 12,000 years we hunted in peace                     Gathered food and planted his seed                     We seldom knew more than minor warfare                     And never heard of such insatiable greed                     We all bow to Big Chief                     Great God of the natural flow                     We like to share all things in common                     And offer half when supplies are low                     They called us sub-human and savage                     For refusing to buy and sell land                     And repaid our kindness with evil                     When we offered them a helping hand                     There's a drum beat sounding in the distance                     The Trail Of Tears continues to grow                     As they rape the home of our children's future                     And ignore the true path that we know                     Misery and destruction follow their feet                     The Law Of Peace they have not known                     And as sure as mighty rivers flow to the sea                     They will reap what they have sown                     "Vengeance is mine" says Big Chief                     And though our tears flow down like rain                     We know that someday we will prevail                     And be one with the eagle again                     Now whether our lot be good or bad                     And no matter which way the wind blows                     We all bow to Big Chief                     'Cause we know his will is what goes * Native American Poverty Information Native American Rights Fund    Native American Resources *FootNote:  Dedicated to Tatanka-Iyotanka [Chief Sitting Bull; Hunkpapa Sioux], perhaps the very greatest political leader to ever arise in the Americas.  It is typical of him to note that in old age and enduring criticism for stooping to take part in Buffalo Bill's traveling wild west show, Tatanka Iyotake took his excess earnings from this and spread it among the poor white children he encountered in the various towns the show passed through---the same white children whose relatives had so unbelievably mistreated and utterly decimated the Sioux and other Native Americans, violating treaty after treaty after treaty, over and over again.             Copyright © by Richard Aberdeen ASCAP Copyright © by Freedom Tracks Music ASCAP        No part of this material may be reproduced or utilized in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including printing, photocopying, recording or by any information storage or retrieval system, without permission in writing from publisher. Inquiries:  Freedom Tracks Records.  Essays entitled Revolution and Revolution -- Side B are open copyright and may be reproduced or utilized as often as one likes.