I raise my hands to the heavens, and I cry, for our Mother.
I beat the drum....I feel your heart...but it is getting weak, and I cry, for our Mother.
The land is dying, the waters spoiled. The animals wander, no place to call home.
The air is filled with deadly things, and the animals are beginning to disappear, man turns against man, children hunger, and I cry, for our Mother.
Torn from your living being....vital life with only its meaning, your heart grows weaker, the land is becoming sicker, and I cry, for our Mother.
We must turn it around. The destruction of this Sacred Ground.
We must turn it around. This destruction for Sacred Life - Woman, Man, Child, The four-leggeds, those who crawl and swim, the birds who fly high and low, the plants that feed and flourish with beauty, the trees standing tall.
The waters - the Lifeblood of our Mother.
The mountains - Sacred and older than any living man. The woods and meadows, the ocean and all the life within her.
Let us join together as One...only then will the destruction come to an end.
I beat the drum - I look up to Creator
and I Pray
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