Displaced--The Trail of Tears --- REVISED
Time Period~~1830-1850
As rain falls hard and soaks the ground
and thunder roars its mighty sound,
so tears of the displaced may fall,
our cries bespeaking dearth and pall.
The Deep South tribes of long ago
were forced to forge a trail of woe,
of death and want, with goods so small,
our cries bespeaking dearth and pall.
We Cherokees were brought to tears
when forced from land we'd held for years,
no longer standing strong and tall,
our cries bespeaking dearth and pall.
The rugged journey thousands made
to Westward land should never fade
from memory. All must recall
our cries bespeaking dearth and pall.
on behalf of our tribe, the Cherokees, and the many other tribes
who were displaced
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