from his words of protest against demands on his people from Washington
Our young men shall
for those who work cannot dream,
and wisdom comes to us in dreams...
... you ask me
to plough the ground:
Shall I take a knife and tear out my mothers heart?
Then when I die she will not take me
To her bosom to rest.
You ask me to dig
Shall I rake under her skin for her bones?
Then when I die I cannot enter her body
To be born again.
You ask me to cut
Make hay and be rich
Like the white man,
How dare I cut my mothers hair?
We know the dead
will come to life;
That their spirits will again come to their bodies.
It is so, and we wait
in the place of our fathers,
Ready to meet them here
in the bosom of our Mother!
was an Amerindian shaman born to a non-agricultural tribe in Nevada.