The Water's Murmur Is The Voice Of

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.

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.

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

Every Part Of The Earth Is Sacred To My People.

All Creation Is One. What We Do To One, We Do To The Entire Web Of Life.