The Trail of Tears

By , Princeton, NJ
Huddling people in the cold
The sick and starving take the road
Look back to see their property again
Be taken by the white man.

Thousand miles to lands unknown
To foreign grounds and fields unsown
Never again to hunt in peace
For them, the suffering will never cease.

Death strikes many along the trail
Young and old and those who ail.
Along the path lie shallow graves
Most of which still lost today.

That journey called the Trail of Tears
Makes the irony of all this clear
We took their land and yet we say
“With liberty and justice for all”





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