Stolen rivers and mountains
  the stolen land will eat their hearts
  and jerk their mouths from the Mother.
  The people will starve.
  They will bring terrible diseases
  the people have never known.
  Entire tribes will die out
  covered with festered sores
  shitting blood
  vomiting blood.
  Corpses for our work
  
  Set in motion now
  set in motion by our witchery
  set in motion to work for us.
  
  They will take this world from ocean to ocean
  they will turn on each other
  they will destroy each other
  Up here
  in these hills
  they will find the rocks,
  rocks with veins of green and yellow and black.
  They will lay the final pattern with these rocks
  they will lay it across the world
  and explode everything.
  
  Set in motion now
  set in motion
  To destroy
  To kill
  Objects to work for us
  objects to act for us
  Performing the witchery
  for suffering
  for torment
  for the still-born
  the deformed
  the sterile
  the dead
  Whirling
  whirling
  whirling
  whirling
  set into motion now
  set into motion

- From Ceremony by Leslie Marmon Silko. Plenty of spine-tingling indigenous rage in this poem.