There is a crime upon this
land,
Given by the Government’s hand.
Those of us a card we do not hold,
Though we fought and died brave and bold.
They take our eagle feathers from us,
In our ceremonies they are a must.
Because the government didn’t delegate,
They say we are not Indian we must wait.
Those of us a card we do hold,
Still we can’t have the feathers we are told.
Unless the Government tell us so,
So off to Congress we must go.
To get this law changed in this land,
And once again hold sacred feathers in our hand.
So warriors I send out this call,
To every band, one and all.
Stand with us in this time of need,
Come with us warriors, this call heed.
For if we let this crime go,
Tomorrow it will be you, as we know.
Our voices has been silent far to long,
So help us to correct this wrong.
In the past we said nothing to our sorrow,
So let our voices ring on the morrow.
