My words are like the stars that never change.

Humans merely share the Earth. We can only protect the land, not own it.

When the Earth is sick, the animals will begin to disappear, when that happens, The Warriors of the Rainbow will come to save them.

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

When the green hills are covered with talking wires and the wolves no longer sing, what good will the money you paid for our land be then

To harm the earth is to heap contempt on its creator.

The whites, too, shall pass - perhaps sooner than other tribes. Continue to contaminate your bed and you will one night suffocate in your own waste.