Now people have cut Mother Earth up into squares,
And they buy and sell those squares
As if Mother Earth is nothing but a whore.
I guess eloquence is in vain.
If you so much as dare to enjoy the sparkle
On someone else’s water,
Yes, they've made it a crime—
A crime that even Jesus has committed—
Jesus, the ultimate homeless person,
With nowhere to lay his head.
People treat each other worse than animals.
No one evicts birds from their nests
For not paying rent,
But us naked two-legged creatures
With heads the right shape for crowns
Are not allowed to have a place at Mother Earth’s breast
Without first paying for it
And shoving someone else off the nipple.
When will everyone be able to sit quietly
On the dirt inside their own tipi?