I've broken the bolt from the fence's gate.

For we were the first on this vast land,
though your insatiable selfishness would prevent us.

I've removed the latch with my crowbar.

You pretended you'd share the open vistas as far as the sun-painted mountains,

where my people roamed the sierras
for millennia honoring the land, buffalo, sky, and sun;

But now, I name you robber and liar.