It was the year of 1871,
When all hectic events had begun.
How did we go from the shake of a hand,
To the stealing of occupied land?
It was the cunning of the white man that has caused all of this,
Yet we face all the problems to have them dismissed.
Tell me, how could we let this happen to us?
How could we trust the ones who called us "Indians"?
The things I would give to be at the treaty signing,
Maybe I would have noticed the false silver-lining.
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