Our chiefs are killed.... The little children are freezing to death.... My people have no blankets, no food.... My heart is sick and sad.... I will fight no more forever.
Our chiefs are killed.... The little children are freezing to death.... My people have no blankets, no food.... My heart is sick and sad.... I will fight no more forever.
Hear me, my chiefs! I am tired. My heart is sick and sad. From where the sun now stands, I will fight no more forever.
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© 2020 Inspirational Stories