In silent shadows, they recall the pain,
Cherokee, Choctaw, Chickasaw, and Creek’s refrain.
Once proud and free upon sacred land,
Their roots run deep, their hearts withstand.
Forced from homes, their spirits torn apart,
A homeland loss etched in their heart.
Over 4,000 souls gone in despair’s deep reach,
Their lives taken, beyond what words can teach.
From the Blue Ridge mountains to Mississippi’s side,
They walked the shadows with resilience and pride,
A journey of sorrow, hope, and fight,
Fading not through the darkest night.
Trail of tears, a river of grief,
Born of injustice, beyond belief.
Yet through the darkness, they still rise,
Refusing to forget, their spirits fly.
Seminole warriors, in Florida’s sun,
Fought to keep their homeland, though the battle was won.
They resisted, fought with all their might,
The uneasy peace, their ongoing fight.
Muskogee voices, yearning to stay,
But forced onto the trail, through the breaking day.
The brave Sowan and Warrior bands,
Endured the march across desolate lands.
The Sauk, the Fox, their stories of despair,
Driven from Illinois, burdened by grief and care.
Lenape, Shawnee, and Kiowa cry —
Their sacred lands under a mourning sky.
Trail of tears, a river of grief,
Born of injustice, beyond belief.
Yet through the darkness, they still rise,
Refusing to forget, their spirits fly.
From Alabama hills to Oklahoma’s plains,
Their roots were severed, yet hope remains.
Thousands perished along the way,
Their lives given in sorrow’s shadowed play.
It’s estimated over 16,000 died,
Their spirits eternal, their pain magnified.
Caught in the grip of injustice and despair,
Yet their legacy whispers through the air.
Many lost to hunger, disease, and pain,
Their suffering echoing through the rain.
But in each step, their strength was shown,
In every hardship, resilience grown.
Remember the warriors who fought and bled,
Cherokee, Chickasaw, Creek, and Seminole’s dread.
Their voices rising through the storm,
A legacy of strength, transforming the norm.
From Trail of Tears to present day strife,
Their enduring spirit fuels their life.
In every land, in every name,
Their spirit lives, defying shame.
From tears of sorrow to hope anew,
Their stories live, forever true.
Trail of tears, a solemn cry,
But from their pain, hope will fly.
Let their memory be our guide,
With justice, respect, and pride.
For the spirits brave who suffered and stood tall,
Their legacy endures through it all.
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