I am not but one
To the gumshiva we are one
But to the Haida I was Many
I am to live another day
But die the next
To us we are many
But the gumshiva number us
Like salmon
We died in battle
But by the thunder sticks
God had us conquered
To live the gumshiva way
And for ours to die out.
Thus so it is with the Haida way
We held our heads not in shame
But in pride
We mumbled not but spoke clear
But with the simple words
Yet in many ways
The Haida show their pride.

Haida Pride

Lionel S. Hill