Why the Native Americans cry?

The comfort that the believers find,
I can't deny is tempting,
My beliefs are stamped and signed,
To believe God exists is not accepting,
Responsibility for your actions,
The tears of the suffering we reveal,
Our ignorance acts as the seal,
To all this world and the surreal,

They all wander so mindless,
I may be crazy but i open my field of vision,
All those people who worship spending,
They cry out to Jesus to save the day,
I'm only a slave because i have no option to stray,
If i did,
I would decide not to stay,

I look outside and all i see is nature rotting away,
I look at the sky and i see clouds growing dark,
We are the spark that allowed the poisons to consume,
Hide away the light of the moon,
We subjected ourselves to a life,
On par with the Christian depiction of hell,
We are the devils,
We are the Gods of the world,
We have the power to live in harmony,
Or die over time and realize our loss,
Isn't living enough?
Will we ever have enough?
Can we change our nature from hate to love?
Everything deserves our love,

Overthrow the architects of this anarchic plan,
Overflow the hydro plant and bypass the dam,
We were born prisoners,
We deserve freedom,
Why should we settle for less?
Is it a sin to want to swim?
In clean oceans and breathe in pure air?
Is it fair that we don't get a share,
Of the choice to do better?
Of the path to live together,
To the path of a life filled with wonder,
Not living in bars,