death stalks the indian activistnnthe bird turns its wings to the skynnthe feathers fall the feathers fallnnrevolution revolution revolutionnnnnthe roadrunner eats the rattlesnakenneats the rat eats the skynnin the desert where the factorynneats the worker running drynnthe mines drill out the rocknnto build a bigger bomb stocknnand the miners are expendablennthey die out from the chemicalsnnthat run into the water the soilnnand the airnnand some die fighting but nonnone really noticesnnrevolution revolution revolutionnnnnland belongs to no onennbut is taken from somennand the good water is pumpednnfrom the rez out by the tonnnto californiannnnthe pockets are peddlingnnthe pesticide scenennsilence is cutting thenngrandfather treesnnthe bomb maker hangsnnfrom a rope in his basementnnwhile america dreamsnnthe american dreamnnrevolution revolution revolution