How can you buy the land or sell the sky, or the warmth of the land? It's strange to us. we don't own the freshness of the air, or the sparkle of the water. How can you buy them from us? Thw white man doesn't understand our ways. He's a stranger who comes in the night, and takes from the land just what he needs. The whites must treat the beasts of his land, as his brothers, not his enemies. He leaves his father's grave and his birthright. His birthright is forgotten.
The air is precious to the red man, cause all things share the same breath. The White man won't notice the air he breathes, like man dying for many days. One thing we know that the white man will, we know our God is the same God. You may think you wish to own him, own him as you wish you own our land, but he is the body of man and the Earth is precious to him. Continue to contaminate your bed, and you will suffocate in your own waste.