Your Religion Was Written On Tablets Of

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.

Let Him Be Just And Deal Kindly With My People, For The Dead Are Not Powerless. Dead, Did I Say? There Is No Death, Only Change Of Worlds.

We Do Not Inherit The Earth From Our Ancestors; We Borrow It From Our Children

How Can You Buy Or Sell The Sky, The Warmth Of The Land? The Idea Is Strange To Us. If We Do Not Own The Freshness Of The Air And The Sparkle Of The Water, How Can You Buy Them? Every Part Of The Earth Is Sacred To My People, Every Shining Pine Needle, Every Sandy Shore, Every Mist In The Dark Woods, Every Clear And Humming Insect Is Holy In The Memory And Experience Of My People.

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