These Indian ears
Hear them supports peoples revolution
In Central America
And rest of third world
While they tell us our situation is different
We must be patient
Their system of laws
Protects freedoms face they believe
But these ears believe different
These Indian eyes
See them struggling along civil
Disobedience cooperation rules
Violent non-violence
Handing human identities
To war makers national security squads
As if war maker believes in
Same democracy they do
Pretending civil disobedience by
Cooperating could be
Aiding and abetting enslavement
In these eyes some ones in for
Big surprise
This Indian heart beats
Times they said they understood
As they tried imposing
New missionary positions
Of their love-hate romanticism on us
Heart beating in a rush
We barely escaped
What they said they understood
These Indian dreams
Surround words so carelessly used
As they speak of truth and justice
Their illusions grow like tears
On these dreams
As though dreams are fires
They want to put out
This Indian blood flows
As they proclaim freedom
From their point of view
Indian blood flows
Through prison bars
Through business streets
Through revisions history
Through the hole in God's golden halo
Blood flowing back into stolen land
This Indian voice
Carries thoughts
They have no time to hear
Sounds of their industrial power speak
Languages more persuasive to the mood
Protect the environment
But protect the material most
This Indian voice speaks of Mother
But who listens?
This India soul
Lives in and out of their reach
In the wind air water soil sky sun moon
Stars planets animals birds memories
Laughter tears
This Indian past this Indian future
Waits