Ancestors

This world is not my home

I've just been passing through

My home is in the heavens

with my ancestors where

There is no injustice, or prejudice too.

Where the buffalo are plenty

there is always food in our pots

Our people are happy it is

As before the white man came

And took over our country, our land,

Our women, our food, our children.

That's my home. That's where I long to be

With my ancestors they are waiting for me.

Little Fox vixen