The trail of tears
flowing over our home
covering the ground
washing the years away
flooding out the soil.

Hearts broken
our people torn apart
pain tearing at the ground.

We are no longer living
since we are
away from the place of our birth;
our home.
We are merely surviving
on the tendrils of memories
that start to fade
soaring high in the sky
away from when we were free.

Violated by the white man
governed by laws that are not ours
corralled by the plod of a stranger’s boots.

In the waving grass
the last traces of our people
flow away in the wind
losing everything.