Thousand years ago America hadn't a name, it was a expanse of land without lines of demarcation or barbed wire, the rivers were pristine, the earth fertile and giving plentiful and the people walking on it living in peaceful harmony because all cretures where brothers and sisters.
Then, came "civilized" man...

I love the land that goes from the ice world
down to the shores where Comanche teepees
will get the murmur of the gentle going waves
from the brothers Aztecas warm running sea.

I love the land that goes from the sunup coast
to the sundown one traveled by so many winds,
with scars made with ever crisscrossing rivers
and high mountains touching the skies of Him.

I love this land that saw my ancestors going by,
a faithful long line tribe their tracks following,
until, on an empty place, the Medicine Man said,
“stop, this will be the site of our Nation, here!”

I love the land with a great lake made of buffalo,
moving on the prairie like waves by the breeze,
as the eagles tells to Manitou up in the skies that
my people’s Nation has settled down in peace.

I love the land which rumble from time to time
a mother protesting misbehave of her offspring,
like when young unruly ones go stealing horses
trying becoming braves, how foolish they can be?

I love the land with so many mighty great rivers
where sister bear and her cubs can find their fish,
and the deep forest with so many places to hide
and where all my brothers wolves can roam free.

I love the land and I told our Medicine Man,
“when I die, follow to the letter my last wish,
make a great pyre of dead wood and put me there,
ignite the fire until there is nothing left of me.”

I love the land that my ancestors went by, but this
land is not the same, it was converted into a wish.