WHY:

The white man asked the Indian, tell me why?

Why don´t you use all your gold to buy, why?

Why not use your beast´s hides to sell, why?

Why stay as you are without progress, why?

The old Indian answered the white man back,

Our gold is not for greed, nor in bank nor sack,

Our beasts are used only for our food & clothes,

 And we prefer to see them roaming in droves.

The Indian asked the white man, tell me why?

Why do you roam my lands so far & wide, why?

Why are you so far from your own home, why?

And why kill my beasts & rape my women, why?

Then the white man answered the Indian in turn,

Your lands are bigger & from them we can learn,

We´re far from home so we may find our treasure,

And from your women we shall take our pleasure.

The Indian looked the white man straight in the eye,

Then the white man knew the answer as to why,

The white man then hung his sorry head in shame,

And the Indian knew, things would never be the same.