This story starts with Leonard Peltier The man accused of shooting FBIs Just like his ancestors before him His destiny was sealed by thieves and liars And now he spends his life in prison A civil metaphor of reservation life What message in the published writings And if you read them could they change your mind Through fields of marijuana Lived relatives of our friend Their great grandma's were sisters His door was open and we went in Across the sea there is no answer But I forgot the question The phasing horns of shepherds I'll never hear it the same again How many voices lost in anger For families murdered and the reasons why And for a single psychic moment The universe all heard the spirit's cry Is this the sounds of new age music Does Chief Mank**er have the strongest will And did you know that trees have voices Yes you can hear them if you stand real still Worlds will fall apart Still pieces remain And these are old languages spoken to God And that God is red And that God is here In the earth beneath cement And in the sky Hand that shot the arrow grabs the plow Symbolic of the forced life style change Commune becomes square divided land This the people never understand Now the story ends with Sitting Bull Last man of his tribe to give it up A flawless leader of his people's way k**ed on reservation by his own