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Day indigenous
They cast down your ideals, like pearls before swine
stand now your ground, hold the brave line
indifference seed is a noose without a rope
leave the truly native without chance of hope
Corrupt cavalry; shackle with bullets and teargas spray
intimidation, belittlement, isolated, betrayed
congress and senate speaking with forked tongue
pretenders holding a foreground, just one man alone
Poison the water rape all the land
authorities promises written in sand
let the steel of your ancestors sprit so brave
reach out and resolve, not to be swayed
like rock build a shell, impervious and hard
gather all your resourced, and give not a shard
rebuke and defend; your will shall prevail
the giant brought down like a tree in a gale
So give us our day; A token of trust
to muster our spirits and not be rebuffed
reclaim the past and hold our heads high
a chief from dawn until sunset and not be denied
For this, our birthright, and so we must band
all hearts with a reverence, a day to command
and all to remember America's past
for our wheel of fortune, from them it was cast
Just 24 hours to placate, the soul's unrest
the feathered crown, of all tribes headdress
now stoke our hopes, with wind and with fire
and seek the scalp, identity, our earths empire
stand now your ground, hold the brave line
indifference seed is a noose without a rope
leave the truly native without chance of hope
Corrupt cavalry; shackle with bullets and teargas spray
intimidation, belittlement, isolated, betrayed
congress and senate speaking with forked tongue
pretenders holding a foreground, just one man alone
Poison the water rape all the land
authorities promises written in sand
let the steel of your ancestors sprit so brave
reach out and resolve, not to be swayed
like rock build a shell, impervious and hard
gather all your resourced, and give not a shard
rebuke and defend; your will shall prevail
the giant brought down like a tree in a gale
So give us our day; A token of trust
to muster our spirits and not be rebuffed
reclaim the past and hold our heads high
a chief from dawn until sunset and not be denied
For this, our birthright, and so we must band
all hearts with a reverence, a day to command
and all to remember America's past
for our wheel of fortune, from them it was cast
Just 24 hours to placate, the soul's unrest
the feathered crown, of all tribes headdress
now stoke our hopes, with wind and with fire
and seek the scalp, identity, our earths empire
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