Like a man who has been dying for many days, a man in your city is numb to the stench.

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.

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.

Like a man who has been dying for many days, a man in your city is numb to the stench.

We do not inherit the earth from our ancestors; we borrow it from our children

Contaminate your bed and you will one night suffocate in your own waste.

Will you teach your children what we have taught our children? That the earth is our mother? What befalls the earth befalls all the sons of the earth. This we know: the earth does not belong to man, man belongs to the earth. All things are connected like the blood that unites us all. Man did not weave the web of life, he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself. One thing we know: our god is also your god. The earth is precious to him and to harm the earth is to heap contempt on its creator.