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We the allied tribes of the plains of Venda declare ourselves to be a nation of Scandia. We are Pochata, Unikta, Ikaiee, Miqa, Charriqa, Hazi, a'Noapa, t'Viintu, and Kaitche. Nobody can own the land, unless they are Wind, or Sun, or Rain themselves. Those who last tried to own this territory mistreated it horribly. We declare ourselves to be caretakers of those lands formerly known as the CRV States of Pochata, West Plains, East Plains, and the western half of Polis. These have been our home lands since before men wrote on paper. They will be our home lands until after men have forgotten reading and writing. We will care for them, protect them, and heal them. May the God we worship aid us, because our task is bigger than us alone. We the Anteona and Chiquaiah tribes of the hills of Pochata do agree with our brothers of the plains and join with them in alliance. We too declare ourselves to be protectors of our home lands and intend to bring back to them waters safe to drink, game fit to eat, and leaves to clothe the trees. May God help us do so. We declare ourselves apart from any Vendan nation we formerly unwisely joined with. We will now walk our own trail, as it should be. We are a destitute people before God. Our wealth is our sons and daughters, and too many of them lie now under our sacred soil. May their ashes nourish that soil, so it may once again be fertile. We declare ourselves to have been a twentieth part of the former Central Republic of Venda, and seek a twentieth part of its inheritance. If others still hold in trust what that dead nation owned, we ask for a twentieth of it back. If others have claim against that dead nation, our elders and counselors will talk of trying to restore our twentieth part of the debt. We seek no alliances, but if others ask, we will talk of it. Our ways are not those of all Scandia, or even of some of our neighbors. Any who would live with us must adopt our ways, else be but guests at our fires, dwelling here but for a time. Of the motherless and fatherless remnant of other tribes and peoples here, we eleven tribes have adopted all. If as adults they wish to take their own trail, that we will permit, but for now they are our sons and our daughters. We will gladly behave as cousins with our neighbors -- is not all our blood the same red? We name ourselves t'quanaat n'hich'pan Pochata-iten a ventan'i'anti, O'chati han ti n'Iansi sa: The Pochata Plains Nation. Spirit of God, guide our feet and let not our mounts stumble.
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