They say that I must live
a white man's way.
This day and ago
Still being bent to what they say,
MY heart remains
Tuned to native time.

I must dress conservative in style
And have factoiry shoes upon my feet.
Leave the ways they say
Are wild.
Forfeit a heritage
That is conquered.

I must forget father sky
And mother earth,
And hurt this land we love
With towering concrete.

If I must fight
Their war as well
Or share in conquests
And slip away in drink or drugs,
All wished for wealth
Is mockery to me!

My body yields, wanting luxuries,
But my heart reverts
To so'called savagery.

If we are slow
Embracing today's thought,
Be patient with us awhile.
What wrongs have been wrought,
Native ways seem no so wild.