Each year we gather together up on the mountain in the Sacred Lodge to smoke our pipes of peace. Afterwards we return to our families, our homes, our jobs, our regular lives.
More wars break out; people are blown to bits by roadside bombs; gunshots ring out on school campuses and on military installations; surely Mankind is obsessed with self-destruction.
Then we return to light our pipes of peace again, each and all with the same hope in mind:
"Maybe our pipes will work this year."
More wars break out; people are blown to bits by roadside bombs; gunshots ring out on school campuses and on military installations; surely Mankind is obsessed with self-destruction.
Then we return to light our pipes of peace again, each and all with the same hope in mind:
"Maybe our pipes will work this year."
