Beating into foreign sides of life, shouting in native tongues, trying to keep their stances in life from becoming one of other nations.
Striving to keep their heritage intact, a losing battle, as all of them coalesce into casinos to make money to live on.
Tearing instead, their pride of native Americans into dust of past spirits.
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