Man Does Not Weave This Web Of

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.

The White Man's God Cannot Love Our People Or He Would Protect Them. They Seem To Be Orphans Who Can Look Nowhere For Help. How Then Can We Be Brothers?

What Is There To Life If A Man Cannot Hear The Lonely Cry Of The Whippoorwill Or The Arguments Of The Frogs Around The Pool At Night?

Whatever Seattle Says, The Great Chief At Washington Can Rely Upon With As Much Certainty As He Can Upon The Return Of The Sun Or The Seasons.

All Things Share The Same Breath - The Beast, The Tree, The Man... The Air Shares Its Spirit With All The Life It Supports.