We Are Part Of The Earth And

Your God Is Not Our God! Your God Loves Your People And Hates Mine! He Folds His Strong Protecting Arms Lovingly About The Paleface And Leads Him By The Hand As A Father Leads An Infant Son.

The Earth Is Our Mother. Whatever Befalls The Earth Befalls The Sons Of Earth. If Men Spit Upon The Ground, They Spit Upon Themselves.

This We Know. All Things Are Connected

The White Man's Dead Forget The Country Of Their Birth When They Go To Walk Among The Stars. Our Dead Never Forget This Beautiful Earth, For It Is The Mother Of The Red Man. We Are Part Of The Earth And It Is Part Of Us.

The Indian Prefers The Soft Sound Of The Wind Darting Over The Face Of The Pond, The Smell Of The Wind Itself Cleansed By A Midday Rain, Or Scented With Pinon Pine. The Air Is Precious To The Red Man, For All Things Are The Same Breath - The Animals, The Trees, The Man.