Burning Spear -- American Horse Band
(music and lyrics by George Garcia)

Six hundred years of GENOCIDE, the bad seed has been sown
From Plymouth Rock to Antioch, the pages all have shown.
From savages to mascots, nothing has been learned.
Indian pride is on the rise. The fires slowly burn

Leonard sits in prison for a crime he didn't commit.
Powers that be shout with glee 'JUSTICE', so be it.
Indian land is taken with no regard to right.
The clock is slowly moving, come and fair the fight.

And will the world be wondering...
Whatever happened here?
And will the drums be drumming...
At the burning of the spear?

To all of my relations, to all who come and go.
The winds of rage are blowing clear down to Mexico.
Brothers sit inside their cells, while time steals their youth.
Politics makes prisoners of those who speak the truth.

And will the world be wondering...
Whatever happened here?
And will the drums be drumming...
At the burning of the spear?