Trail of Tears
Built on lies, we're trodden down
No place to call our home
A lamenting path that leads to death
A people, cursed to roam
With swallowed pride we don't look back
To see the things we've lost
For our trust became our shackles
Our blood became the cost
They would even take our language
Our souls forbidden to speak
Promises were made to give us hope
Or maybe to appease the weak
They took what wasn't ours to give
For progress, or so they said
When they were busy dividing our land
We were busy counting our dead
They say that time can heal all wounds
That form thoughout the years
But scars run deep for those forced to walk
The tragic Trail of Tears
Copyright © Larry Belt | Year Posted 2012
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