Our people will heal, though it may take a long time.
Nevertheless we are here. And here we will stay because,
We Are The People Of Long ago
John Trudell writes Native American poetry, as a singer, songwriter, actor and activist whose international following reflects the universal language of his words, work and message. Trudell (Santee Sioux) was a spokesperson for the Indian of All Tribes.
John Trudell's potent imagery and passionate convictions have established his international reputation as a poet and musician. Using his commanding voice, the "people's poet" has also made great strides as a Native American activist, as a leader of the American Indian Movement.
"Too many people standing their ground Standing the wrong crowd Brother's face He possessed a race Possession A war that doesn't end Children of God feed on Children of Earth These days people don't care for people These days are the hardest Material fields, material harvest Decoration on chain that binds, mirrors gold The People lose their mind"
"But the Tribes will not go without return Genetic light from the other side A song from the Heart Our Hearts to give The Wild Age, the Glory Days live We are the Land How do we sell our Mother ? How do we sell the Stars ? How do we sell the Air ? " We are..... The Seventh Generation We are...... The Seventh Generation (Lyrics by John Trudell)"
John Trudell writes Native American poetry, as a singer, songwriter, actor and activist whose international following reflects the universal language of his words, work and message. Trudell (Santee Sioux) was a spokesperson for the Indian of All Tribes.
John Trudell's potent imagery and passionate convictions have established his international reputation as a poet and musician. Using his commanding voice, the "people's poet" has also made great strides as a Native American activist, as a leader of the American Indian Movement.
"Too many people standing their ground Standing the wrong crowd Brother's face He possessed a race Possession A war that doesn't end Children of God feed on Children of Earth These days people don't care for people These days are the hardest Material fields, material harvest Decoration on chain that binds, mirrors gold The People lose their mind"
"But the Tribes will not go without return Genetic light from the other side A song from the Heart Our Hearts to give The Wild Age, the Glory Days live We are the Land How do we sell our Mother ? How do we sell the Stars ? How do we sell the Air ? " We are..... The Seventh Generation We are...... The Seventh Generation (Lyrics by John Trudell)"
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2/15/46 -- 12/8/15 Didn't make it to his 70th 18th birthday.
The eloquent words of John Trudell.