Search results for 'onondaga people'

on gas
Pulling out of the current and into the past
Looking for his people, the People of the Hills
Their songs are reaching out to him, the grasses wave

the same people what can't you understand
Don't let them divide us give your people a hand
I am a Native a Native of this land
From Mapuche to a Maya

Gate of the north
Onondaga
I was alone, I knew the names of my loves
Four-legged and wings
Mycelium branches and fins
Under the ocean, totems of what

the Land, where people are expected

To limit what they waste, hoard, and war is not accepted 
Wit a request to have no knifes on the dish cause it for