Who determines who is rich and who is poor?
Who judges who is wise and who's a fool?
When a native man walks barefoot in a city;
and a foreigner dances in awe of a star-filled sky.~ Nejhima Faye Gerasta
Who says rough hands bring in more of these heads?
What of a heart, one that stays long after I'm dead?
Look at me, mother. Pray! Don't doubt I am wise
Like the cunning of the white man's enterprise.
Not one push, not more, would bring me down.
Though I wear only a single feather for a crown.~ Julienne Mumar
I like that they both touch on the native-foreign/white man theme.