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This Is Our Law

Oh, Grandfather God, Pity us for we
are a weak and lost people

We ask only
that out little ones and unborn
be allowed to grow strong
within the winds of their own direction
for we look about us at this time
and see children of all colors
being abused, neglected, missing and denied.
This we do not want amongst our circle,
so,
This is Our Prayer,

This is Our Mind,
This is Our Law!