Trail of Tears

The Trail Of Tears. . The snow fell when the long knifes came Savages who robbed the sacred homelands And buffalo slaughtered bloody plains Men woman and children the old and lame Frog marched against their will Never to see they’re homeland again They’re hearts so full of pain . And the big chief in Washington In his big tall ivory tower Declared the native American Should live how he pleased Even though it took the native Americans Dignity away and fall to the ground Like chopped down falling trees . Thousands upon thousands Wounded souls resigned to they’re defeat Walked the long trail of tears With their little belongings and sore feet Many sick and old Succumbed to hunger illness and the cold Countless frozen bodies lay like ice blocks Littering the snow The big chief in Washington Won the days and the demon sold his soul . From the prosperous green Caroline's To Oklahoma and apathy By a mad cruel man’s greed And decree . Forced to become farmers When just a dust bowl is all they found And nothing would grow from the ground A once proud mighty nation Did an ancestral dance Hopeful it would return them To they’re scared homelands As hunters and the buffalo Would again return given half a chance . They’re dreams were fruitless And lost forever in the river of dreams The depths of they’re sorrow so deep That haunted they’re waking hours And the one’s they’d sleep . They sent the young ones to schools in New York To be educated in the white man’s ways While those left behind In the reserve concentration camps Wandered like ghosts in limbo And rotted in their graves . The wheel of history rotates But the same things always come around The person with the biggest stick Lays the law down . The black man kidnapped from his home And shipped to be sold as slaves When will all this end And when will man love everyone No matter who they be But the truth is many don’t care And all they are concerned about Is themselves power and greed . Thousands upon millions of stories Never to be told Lost forever Since days of old Man cannot even Direct his own footstep So the good book says There is no real justice and we are living in The last days. . Peter Dome©2021.