I am Choctaw, I am Little Deer
Although this picture speaks mountains it is not me but here is my 2 cents.
I am Choctaw, I am Little Deer. My ancestors stood upon this soil long before, it was stained. To withstand the transformation for its entire pain. We have seen our greatest land go barren, and we pray. But we gave our lives to watch it, go waste away.
Today you have woken the warriors, watchmen on the wall and you have broken one, serious vow of them all. We have survived, we have been shaken, we don’t know how. But it’s your desecration of the forsaken that you atone for, here and now.
We gave you a chance, but you just blew it all away. It may have been your ancestors but it is you, who will pay.
In our home there was always prayer – aloud, proud and unapologetic.