Trail of Tears - Indians Forced On One Thousand Mile March

we have lost the meteoric icy-blue, sky-fire above the heated planetary core of a thousand covered suns in the center of oblivion where confluence carries hope in warm symbiont souls and lambs wear ragged fleece - iconoclastic mediocrity reflective fables of future past history unlocked - foretold the shamanistic path of return through stalagmite tunnels would lead our spirits home as tribal songs retreat oppression ever-present present past, shaman seer resurrected spirit healers weeping, weeping, weeping, for the buffalo bitter flood of salty tears blood of man soaks the trail with broken souls man and beast, stink and sweat, co-mingled bathe in single sacred tear underneath a future vision four white devil idol faces spirit sacrilege breathing devil breath upon the sacred hills of black and gold the ancients from the sky watch and weep and still dust stirs forty thousand spirit feet walking, winding, wending, in a never ending line worn and torn, shoeless feet, blistered toes to blistered souls trail of fear, women wailing, pain prevailing, psychic suicides and tribal death takes one final breath `