Rhythmic Stories September 23, 2023

She Walked a Trail

The little girl was displaced
Regarded as trash, a scorned race

The Indian Removal Act
An ugly governmental fact

Their ancestral homeland
The government banned

West of the Mississippi River, they went
To the designated area now sent

Exposure, disease, and starvation along the route
Many more they would simply shoot.

Many died on the trail of tears
A thousand-mile March anguish and fears

Barefoot, no shoes or socks
Huddled together at Mantle Rock

Waiting for the ferry to cross
Many died. To the government, no loss.

Somehow, she survived the horror of it all
A lifetime of anguish she recalls

The death March called the Trail of tears
Still to be remembered through the years

Man’s ugly inhumanity to man
That Was never what our creator planned.

Cool Dawn

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