The Vanishing Race

It does not matter if you let your hair down
Your chin held high without a smile,
Or tighten your hair into 2 long braids,
Or say that you didn't drink a drop of alcohol;
Or tell everyone your mom makes the best frye bread in town,
And that casinos and reservations were not always around,
And that the Alcatraz was not always a prison ground,
Or that parts of your ancestors are on display,
It does not matter what you say,
Even if dreamworks actually made nightmares
And the Road to El Dorado was
Actually The Road to El Infierno
And you can't remember the last time
Thanksgiving gave
Only when it took your lives,
Your land, your liberty,
With Treaties and lies,
Broken Promises,
Broken Bones,
It does not matter what you say,
Cuz' you're not relevant anyway.