Brave Warriors

Brave warriors on an asphalt prairie. Come from Oklahoma reservation to make your way in the city. Weep Red Man for you are lost in the White Man's concrete jungle. Only fit to wash dishes and scrub his floors. The White Man has not forgotten a battle was won, that he was the victor and collectors of the spoils. You may be one with your white brother of the street, but with no right to complain to the great white fathers in Washington. Go home Red Man and weep for your people, and pray for the soul of your White Brother. For we are all brothers under God if not under law.