Forced relocation to Reservations Not the kind that gets you a good table at a fancy restaurant, It's a reservation for an unwanted and barren land Where your primary destination is termination The Long Walk 500 miles From the place where we had the healthy traditions for sustainability and life 500 miles To walk in snow, burning our feet, hallowing our hearts, and reminding us that we are powerless in this corrupted and twisted system Away from home, away from home cold and tired and all alone, yes I'm 500 miles away from home Today teenagers are Being exiled from their homelands Thrown out of their sanctuaries For being brave enough to be who they are Two Spirit Many today are being cast away from their lands Forced out Metaphorically and physically Into humiliation and shame Onto the streets and into addictions that can take the place of the family and love they once knew Now they intimately know the souls of depression And too many of our Native children, are facing this affliction And taking the Creator’s plan into their own hands I can’t remember when I ate, it’s just thumb and walk and wait. And I’m still 500 miles away from home. If my luck had been just right, I’d be with them all tonight, but I’m still 500 miles away from home Modern day removal is occurring With " illegal aliens" Marked as second class citizens I thought that everyone regardless of race are by law recognized as people I guess just not when you are born on the other side of an invisible line Mother Earth recognizes no borders No differences in her children Except with those who take advantage of her Damage her Scar her With imaginary lines that run like stitches from a crack job operation meant to separate and classify and quarantine people like plagues This land of the brave Should really be the land of the Braves But you get punished if brave Means different Foreign, alien, other It becomes illegal, dangerous, and threatening But who is the alien, pilgrim? And who is the threat, colonizer? Who is danger to humanity, conformers? Don't let these indigenoids cast their spells on you they say But, we are actually the ones who have Injunuity. Away from home, away from home, cold and tired and all alone, yes I'm still 500 miles away from home, oh I wonder when they'll let me come back home