Thunder and the Rain came Washing the Land My Heart And still it cries the Land my heart in the big white house doling out right and wrong seated in wrong ignorant oblivious disrespectful of the caretakers the rightful tenders of the Land And it cries the Land my heart where are the voices the numbers where are they the people the tenders why is their voice alone crying in the wind in the big white house "They" say they're sorry for abuses neglect theft as they sit on stolen land the bones of our Beloved Ancestors the Land watered Blood of the People but "they" aren't sorry for that And it cries the Land my heart And what will apologies bring Back to the land of their ancestors their language their religion the lifeblood of their heritage in the big white house sit men of two faces look in their mirror see the other side of sorry see the truth in the broken treaties the promises the live of our Ancestors And it cries the Land my heart And the Thunder came and the Rain And I raised a song a Song And the Voice was Thunder like a thousand ponies and the Voice said We are the Land We are the Heart When the big white house is long crumbled in it's malignancy and lies the Land the Heart remain
Nokwisa Yona - Jody Peiffer Willett 06/17/97
Bring LEONARD Home!