Trail Of Tears
Trail Of Tears
Cherokee, Chickasaw, Cree, Mohawk
Just a few that lost to the history of lies
Old Yellow Hair and his lips of double talk
Seminole, Lenapi, Chocktaw, Wyandotte
Great Nations under Fathers skies
He says let's take what they got
If they resist each one dies
Land is what we need
Doesn't matter if ( they bleed )
One by one or a thousand and one
This white man uses his gun
October gray skies (1838)
The march begins let's see how many dies
For the land of these redskins
Little Star stood as if her
feet were incased in concrete
The auctioneer's gavel struck
Heart pounding and defiance upon her face
She felt the stab as her heart
shriveled and shook
As she heard the order to... MARCH!
No more would she see her family home place
Her throat constricted and parchr
Sold! to the highest bidder
Days of hunger and cold so bitter
The Trail Of Tears
survived by only the fitter
Bloody road unmarked graves
Yet still echoes from yesterdays
Cherokee Rose now grows
where fell to the ground their tears
As the Elders prayed for a sign
for mothers not to resign
Each tear drop became a rose
Seven leaves on stem petal of white
and centers gold glows
On a clear night you can hear..
the echoes from the Trail Of Tears
A distant baby's cry upon the wind
Rain falling from a moonlit starry sky
Moaning sorrow wafting across the land
Angels tears fell as they watched this sight
Perpetrated by lash and hand...
Four thousand Cherokee alone died
And the Spirits cried
As the march labored on into November
The sleeting rain and snow claimed many more
That would not live to see December
Some rode... but most walked that bloody road
There's more to this story yet to be told
You won't find it in your history book
The truth about all they took
Sit beside your Grandmother and listen
Because she knows how the rest..
Of this story goes
Bonnie Ray 2004
(all rights protected)
Used with permission
Thank you for walking this path with me!
MorningStar Joni
6-18-2008