We've evicted you from your home
And turned it into our own
Drawn lines where none were before
As if we're settling our score against you

You've been pigeon-holed
Into postage-stamp parcels we can ignore
Leaving you to find your way in our dark
As we rape the oils that provide a spark

Is this a justice we can be proud of
It was your resistance that it was made of
Your sentence passed in a trumped-up trial
Based on innuendo, deceit, and our denial

So now, we examine our pedigree
And laugh in our own self-mockery
The game that we play it hasn't changed
It's only the pieces that we've rearranged

Perhaps I am bitter at my birthright
But I'd gladly misplace it in the dark of our night
I find I can't sleep in this shallow bed
For I know you and I, we both bleed red

Can a single voice cross these carved-out lines
And carry across the winds of time
To blow away the sands of our legacy
Oh Manitou, let their spirits be free.