Time to smile

Let go of your angry heart

There is a mighty throng of those white people

Who want good, and know good

So we have to empower them

As we do ourselves

Our tears will drown us, if we

Cry in a bowl of despair

It has been unfair

All sacks we carry on our backs

Full of deadly stones

And putrid ignorance. And when we hear

Sorry

It is better for them, than it is

Us

Because it

Happened

Something that tore our breasts

and decimated

Hope

We almost forgot our names

But to them we are Indians

To us, we are people of the land, the water

and the spirits of soul and mind

We have conquered

So victory is here

With us

Do not pout

Or scorn

Love and talk and forgive

And BECOME.