As the wind wisps through your let down hair
A voice calls out to startle your mare.
'I am the Great Spirit, the Great Mystery,
Listen to me for this will be history.
There will be a white man forthcoming who will tear all nations apart
He is not the only one to come for colonies and cities to start.
For 500 years they will be here 'till dawn
And 500 more years on and on.
Take this knowledge, be smart, be brave
And fight to send them to their graves.
In honor of me pray for food, shelter, health, and the great lands
And always remember, never trust the white man.'
Jason Summers
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-voice-in-the-wind/
