Gold Lust

Gold lust and blood lust; Force Natives on a land of dust. Jackson said the Cherokee must go; So he drove them out in the cold and snow. There is gold found on their lands; Enough for only the white man. Make them walk a Trail of Tears; Strike in them some Godly fears. Starve them out and burn their homes; No peace for them until their gone. White man's greed must be fed; Kill the Indians until their all dead. Call them redskins, savages, and squaw; Leave none standing, they all must fall. Tell them that this is of their own accord; And that they should be thankful to our Lord. By: Darlene Doll Smith ~ Cherokee