Broken Rainbow lyrics

The old people of the earth Tell stories An old woman Of the old ways She said - "I recall my joy In better days" The young warriors Of the open rainbow Said "Tell me is it true? Tell me, do some live out of bags and rags In the cities too? Is it true?" At the edge where I live Home sweet home America Native American Nation Caught in the devastation An endless situation What can I do? The ghost of prejudice Cuts thru the moonglow Poet on a crying page - Broken Rainbow Broken Rainbow Home sweet home America