Everytime I heard i politician say "that land of ours" I remember the Maories thousands of years in Australia, the genocide of the Patagonians, the six thousand years of the Native Americans on their land, until "civilized" man came with their atrocities in the name of their God destroying everything else but not the loot that they took back home.
Next time you hear the indiscriminate claim of "our land" think about how you treat your sister eagle and your brother wolf, and...how have you soiled with pollution "your land" ...and theirs.

The number of days in a year, that’s how
many of my braves are riding by my sides,
from our own Hundred Nations they come
to tell the Pale Faces that fire will call fire,
after burning our teepees, killing squaws,
and fighting with an old man holding a child
its not a honor way but the cowards way to
sneak like scorpions upon the weak at night.

Enough, you are coyotes wearing blue jackets
which will not confront with your long knives
the ones you call savages when you in our land
are the ones that should be called the trespassers;
you can't own the earth, the rain or the buffalo,
nor can you tell the eagle how to fly the skies,
you don’t have a heart, just a piece of meat,
even the dogs of my braves wouldn’t apprise.

Thunder, you will hear our thunder coming near
and with fear the guilty men will for sure agonize,
because my Great Spirit Manitou as you all know
like the God of yours the righteous will guide;
you can run your horses to dead pale face man
but from the Hundred Nations you can’t hide,
we were here long before your father’s fathers
thought of crossing the big waters on its tides.

Tomorrow the spirit of Geronimo and Crazy Horse
in Little Big Horn with Sitting Bull will ride,
there will the same no mercy of burning teepees
as you cowardice with all my braves collide;
brother wolf and Mother Earth, night and day,
Apache, Comanche, Cherokee and Lakota Ogallala,
Pueblo, Sioux, Navaho, Shoshone, Choctaw, Arapaho,
the feathers will fly on ours…that's not your land.