Every Part Of The Earth Is Sacred

Your God Loves Your People And Hates Mine; He Folds His Strong Arms Lovingly Around The White Man And Leads Him As A Father Leads His Infant Son, But He Has Forsaken His Red Children; He Makes Your People Wax Strong Every Day, And Soon They Will Fill The Land; While My People Are Ebbing Away Like A Fast-receding Tide, That Will Never Flow Again. The White Man's God Cannot Love His Red Children Or He Would Protect Them. They Seem To Be Orphans Who Can Look Nowhere For Help.

Only When The Last Tree Has Died And The Last River Has Been Poisoned And The Last Fish Has Been Caught Will We Realise That We Can Not Eat Money.

Earth Does Not Belong To Us; We Belong To Earth. Take Only Memories, Leave Nothing But Footprints.

Contaminate Your Bed And You Will One Night Suffocate In Your Own Waste.

The Air Is Precious To The Red Man, For All Things Share The Same Breath-the Beast, The Tree, The Man, They All Share The Same Breath. The White Man Does Not Seem To Notice The Air He Breathes. Like A Man Dying For Many Days, He Is Numb To The Stench.