Agathos Dorea

In the darkest hour…in the dead of night
As the storm clouds gather and the lightning strikes

And the thunder rolls and the cold rain blows
What the future holds…God only knows

And I will rise up
Though I be a dead man
And I will stand tall
Until I meet my end

And I will rise up…
And I will rise up…
And I will rise up…

~Lyle Lovett, No More Cain/Rise Up

In the mid-1800’s, Native Americans from tribes too many to count were forcibly removed from their rightful territories and required to relocate on reservations established by the U.S. government. Leaving behind remnants of a way of life that existed for perhaps more than a thousand years, there still exists to this day a belief that the nation as a whole will once again rise up and reclaim territories that had at one time rightfully belonged to them.