Never knew they would betray us.

Used the word peace because?

Now we must move to a “”New Land”
Never shall we ever shake their hands.

All seems lost, wasn’t this once our land?

Deprived of our land.

Allowed soldiers to torture our women and men.

Used as tools.

Lied to us, made our leader look like a fool.

They have taken our land.

Soldiers guarding every corner of our mourning band.

Under the torturous sun and withstanding the deadly winters.

Not even half shall survive to see our replaced land.

Years after months we will forever remember what they have done to our tribe and those who have died.
Inclined to regaining our strength and make up for what is lost we shall always remember, Nunna-da-ul-tsun-yi, “the place where we cried.”