Like A Man Who Has Been Dying

Our Religion Is The Traditions Of Our Ancestors - The Dreams Of Our Old Men, Given Them In Solemn Hours Of The Night By The Great Spirit; And The Visions Of Our Sachems, And Is Written In The Hearts Of Our People.

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.

Take Only Memories, Leave Only Footprints.

Humans Merely Share The Earth. We Can Only Protect The Land, Not Own It.

Like A Man Who Has Been Dying For Many Days, A Man In Your City Is Numb To The Stench.