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
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