Broken Rainbow

The old people of the earth tell stories

An old woman of the old ways

She said, "I recall all my joy

In better days"



The young warriors of the open rainbow

Said, "Tell me is it true?

Tell me, do some live out of bags and rags

In the cities too? Is it true?"



At the edge where I live

Home sweet home, America



The earth ones they said

"Our religion is in these lands and skies

Sweet mother out lands gone

To modern worlds, modern lies"



The earthways and the new ecology

You know we were the first, believe me

We will be the last

To keep a light for the earth



At the edge where I live

Home sweet home America



Native American nation

Caught in the devastation

An endless situation

What can I do?



The ghosts of prejudice

Cuts through the moonglow

Poet on a cryin' page

Broken rainbow, broken rainbow



Home sweet home, America, oh